Luyện nghe bài hát Muthafuckka Up

YMCMB, rawest niggas it
School for the blind, I don't see niggas doing it
I'm doing it and doing it and doing it
Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna
Hit you a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church see you in hell
And girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody fake so I got for sale
fill the air
Rappers shittin' on theyself, you smell the fear
And these bitches laying flowers cause the is near
this is the new flavour in ya ear
Niggas softer baby hair
Why you acting tough, heard you work at
I'ma a all my girls come in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I so light this muthaf-cker up
the funk you beezy's want
I'm ready to the car I call it ele-phunk
Trunk in the
Man she give me brain cause she feel dumb
I just going like the bunny till I feel numb
these bitches want it
I put my on it
110 Sup', that Ferrari Caliornia
Niggas want beef, call me Romo
You on the sofa
Lazy muthaf-ckas why you aint even
Rich or die trying, why you niggas died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on fly shit
And I'm with the business skip peon a ty clip
Stay on the yeah I'ma trip
Probably up in Paradise like Parliaments
Flow got a boner, you could say I'm on some shit
Bout to make the speaker

(Mic this up)
[Nicki
Okay, really I get
I get money like a
She aint gon' win the war but swear that bitch a
You see how the get to dancing
Yeah, ya money short, get some and shit
I be with a nigga with a big ol'
Yeah I them balls you be shooting them bricks
F-ck you in the for?
Bitch we up three sippin' this game
Tell 'em listen, bad bitches's
Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and
bitch I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I don't pay
these niggas want it
I put my on it
You the tattoo's got Nicki initials on it
I put the on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast
Then off in the Ghost
I do the most

What the funk you beezy's
It aint turn, better have my money
like Big worm
Can't see you niggas, you like a germ
Bitches know I'm excellent Mr Burns
See my dick Butter churn
Baby churn and ya girl me fo'shure
That aint your
She forgot her other man, she will never learn
On a mic I die, RIP chick huh
Yessir, than the Pittsburgh?
Winter fresher than a Will T-Shirt
These spurts coming through Last King and a
Ask later, first, got shooters like dirt
When it hurts leave you bruised up
Bruce Lee
Toe the floor up though
Duck, duck now you like oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I don't a f-ck