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 it well
Niggas wanna test me boy, who fail?
Hit you a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or
Everybody fake so I got real for
fill the air
Rappers shittin' on theyself, you could the fear
And these laying flowers cause the king is near
this is the new flavour in ya ear
Niggas softer baby hair
Why you acting tough, heard you at Build-a-bear
I'ma a dealer all my girls come in and pairs
I'm in the building I construct so light muthaf-cker up
the funk you beezy's want
I'm to hump the car I call it ele-phunk
Trunk in the
Man she give me good brain cause she dumb
I just keep going like the bunny I feel numb
Yeah these bitches it
I put my on it
That 110 Sup', that Caliornia
want beef, call me Tony Romo
You on the sofa
Lazy muthaf-ckas why you aint trying
Rich or die trying, why you niggas died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on fly shit
And I'm with the business skip with a ty clip
Stay on the flight yeah I'ma
Probably up in chillin like Parliaments
Flow got a boner, you could say I'm on some harder
to make the speaker buss'

(Mic this up)
Minaj]
Okay, really I get
I get money like a
She gon' win the war but swear that bitch a trip
You see how the diamonds get to
Yeah, ya money short, get pants and shit
I be with a with a big ol' dick
Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them
F-ck you in the for?
Bitch we up three sippin' this four
Tell 'em listen, couple bad
Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and
Intervention I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I don't pay
Yeah these niggas it
I put my on it
You know the tattoo's got initials on it
I put the on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast
pull off in the Ghost
Bitch I do the

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