Luyện nghe bài hát Muthafuckka Up

YMCMB, niggas doing it
School for the blind, I don't see these doing it
I'm doing it and doing it and doing it
Niggas test me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah 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 real for
fill the air
Rappers shittin' on theyself, you smell the fear
And these bitches laying cause the king is near
T-Raw is the new flavour in ya ear
Niggas softer baby hair
Why you acting tough, you work at Build-a-bear
I'ma a all my girls come in deuce and pairs
I'm in the I construct so light this muthaf-cker up
What the funk you beezy's
I'm ready to hump the car I it ele-phunk
in the front
Man she give me good cause she feel dumb
I just keep like the bunny till I feel numb
Yeah these bitches it
I put my on it
110 Sup', that Ferrari Caliornia
Niggas want beef, me Tony 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 the business skip peon with a ty clip
Stay on the yeah I'ma trip
Probably up in chillin like Parliaments
Flow got a boner, you could say I'm on some shit
to make the speaker buss'

(Mic this up)
Minaj]
Okay, really I get
I get money a bitch
She aint gon' win the war but that bitch a trip
You see how the get to dancing
Yeah, ya money short, get pants and shit
I be with a nigga with a big ol'
Yeah I like them balls you be shooting bricks
you in the game for?
Bitch we up three this game four
Tell 'em listen, bad bitches's
Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and
Intervention I pay ya pension
Oh you say I don't pay attention
these niggas want 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 your 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 concern
She forgot her other man, she will never learn
On a mic I die, RIP chick huh
Yessir, colder than the
Winter than a Will Smith T-Shirt
These spurts coming through Last and a hearse
Ask later, first, got shooters like dirt
When it leave you losers bruised up
Lee nunchucks
Toe from the up though
Duck, duck now you like oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I give a f-ck