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 it and doing it well
Niggas 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 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 cause the king is near
this is the new flavour in ya ear
Niggas softer than baby
Why you acting tough, heard you at Build-a-bear
I'ma a dealer all my girls in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I construct so light muthaf-cker up
What the funk you want
I'm ready to the car I call it ele-phunk
Trunk in the
Man she give me good cause she feel dumb
I just keep going the bunny till I feel numb
Yeah these want it
I put my on it
That 110 Sup', that Ferrari
Niggas want beef, call me Tony
You potatoes on the
Lazy muthaf-ckas why you aint even
Rich or die trying, why you niggas aint yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on fly shit
And I'm with the business peon with a ty clip
on the flight yeah I'ma trip
Probably up in chillin like Parliaments
Flow got a boner, you say I'm on some harder shit
to make the speaker buss'

(Mic muthaf-cka up)
[Nicki
Okay, I get money
I get money a bitch
She aint win the war but swear that bitch a trip
You see how the diamonds get to
Yeah, ya short, get some pants and shit
I be with a nigga with a big ol'
I like them balls you be shooting them bricks
F-ck you in the for?
Bitch we up three sippin' this game
Tell 'em listen, couple bad
Out in kicking up bricks and shit
bitch I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I pay attention
Yeah these want it
I put my on it
You know the tattoo's got initials on it
I put the pussy on 'em, 'em a pot roast
pull off in the Ghost
Bitch I do the

What the funk you want?
It aint your turn, better have my
Friday like Big
Can't see you niggas, you like a little
Bitches know I'm like Mr Burns
See my dick Butter churn
Baby churn and ya with me fo'shure
That aint concern
She forgot about her man, she will never learn
On a mic I die, RIP chick huh
Yessir, than the Pittsburgh?
Winter than a Will Smith T-Shirt
These spurts through Last King and a hearse
Ask later, shoot first, got like dirt
it hurts leave you losers bruised up
Bruce Lee
Toe from the up though
Duck, rubber duck now you like oh
Tell the I don't give a f-ck