Luyện nghe bài hát Muthafuckka Up

YMCMB, rawest niggas it
School for the blind, I see these niggas doing it
I'm doing it and it and doing it well
Niggas wanna me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I'll see you in
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 king is
this is the new flavour in ya ear
Niggas softer baby hair
Why you tough, heard you work at Build-a-bear
I'ma a dealer all my come in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I construct so light muthaf-cker up
What the you beezy's want
I'm ready to hump the car I call it
Trunk in the
Man she give me good brain cause she dumb
I just going like the bunny till I feel numb
Yeah these bitches it
I put my on it
That 110 Sup', Ferrari Caliornia
want beef, call me Tony Romo
You potatoes on the
Lazy muthaf-ckas why you even trying
Rich or die trying, why you niggas aint died
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly
And I'm with the skip peon with a ty clip
Stay on the flight yeah trip
Probably up in Paradise chillin like
got a boner, you could say I'm on some harder shit
Bout to the speaker buss'

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

What the you beezy's want?
It aint your turn, better my money
Friday Big worm
Can't see you niggas, you like a germ
Bitches know I'm excellent like Mr
See my like Butter churn
Baby and ya girl with me fo'shure
That aint your
She about her other man, she will never learn
On a mic till I die, RIP huh
Yessir, colder than the
Winter fresher a Will Smith T-Shirt
These spurts coming through Last King and a
Ask later, shoot first, got shooters dirt
When it hurts leave you losers up
Lee nunchucks
Toe from the floor up
Duck, rubber duck now you like oh
Tell the neighbours I give a f-ck