Luyện nghe bài hát Muthafuckka Up

YMCMB, rawest doing it
School for the blind, I see these niggas doing it
I'm doing it and it and doing it well
wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the
If you scared, go to church see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, me heads or tails
Everybody fake so I got real for
fill the air
Rappers shittin' on theyself, you smell the fear
And these laying flowers cause the king is near
T-Raw this is the new in ya ear
Niggas than baby hair
Why you acting tough, heard you work at
I'ma a dealer all my girls in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I so light this muthaf-cker up
What the funk you want
I'm ready to hump the car I it ele-phunk
Trunk in the
Man she me good brain cause she feel dumb
I keep going like the bunny till I feel numb
Yeah these bitches it
I put my on it
That 110 Sup', that Caliornia
want beef, call me Tony Romo
You potatoes on the
muthaf-ckas why you aint even trying
Rich or die trying, why you niggas died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly
And I'm with the skip peon with a ty clip
Stay on the flight yeah I'ma
Probably up in chillin like Parliaments
got a boner, you could say I'm on some harder shit
Bout to make the buss'

(Mic this up)
Minaj]
Okay, I get money
I get like a bitch
She aint gon' win the war but swear bitch a trip
You see how the get to dancing
Yeah, ya short, get some pants and shit
I be a nigga with a big ol' dick
Yeah I them balls you be shooting them bricks
you in the game for?
Bitch we up three sippin' this game
Tell 'em listen, couple bad
Out in Kingston up bricks and shit
bitch I pay ya pension
Oh you say I don't pay attention
Yeah niggas want it
I put my on it
You know the tattoo's got Nicki on it
I put the pussy on 'em, cook 'em a pot
Then off in the Ghost
Bitch I do the

What the funk you beezy's
It aint your turn, 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
churn and ya girl with me fo'shure
That aint concern
She forgot her other man, she will never learn
On a mic I die, RIP chick huh
Yessir, colder the Pittsburgh?
Winter fresher than a Will T-Shirt
These spurts coming through King and a hearse
Ask later, first, got shooters like dirt
When it leave you losers bruised up
Bruce Lee
Toe from the up though
Duck, duck now you like oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I don't a f-ck