Luyện nghe bài hát Mope

We gonna drop this bomb
For a money makin' playa that ain't us no mo'
Yeah, B.I.G.

Hell no, we do this
For a gangbangin' thug never seen it comin'
Yeah, Shakur

Nah bitch, I'm 'bout
Motherfuckin' and shit
Falco?

Ooh, me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me,
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me,
Ooh, me, Amadeus

Tried to OD on the
'Golden Girls' got me To The Oldies'
Hanging out like Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas
Wrote to Mayor "Send a Shamrock Shake please"

Three o' clock on the dot, time to cruise for graders
Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can it later
of reruns, so what's happenin'?
Dee's knocked up and Rog on again

Deep a whole Nutty Buddy
whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and Colgate and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and panties on the natives

So I to dance naked in front of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I him U.P.S.
Playin' the bottle' with my mom
I "Cops" with no pants on

Must've blown a nothing going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like Kong
out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a 'Party of

Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, like wood
Dick like 'Frankie Goes To Hollywood'

Relax, don't do it, you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna
Relax, do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna

to go, I can't wake up late
Just sit and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate, in 'My So-Called Life' imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make, it?

I like to I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the thrill of
Don't need a shower today, just some by Faberge
the ass of my jeans, clean, they'll do another day

And I recycle, I sniff my own
I dial the number, hope a conversation starts
I I might as well be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a hook the Flowbee to the Kirby

Make a prank call I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the
Sent a letter in the in Braille to Johnny Quest
Send me back my

blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King
Buggin' out like Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a of Five'

Luciano Pavarotti on a
Not going nowhere, chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, like wood
Dick like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax, do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna
Relax, don't do it, you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin'
you wanna cum
I'm tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
you wanna cum

I'm mighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm plums
When you cum

Yo yo yo yo yo! What it is,
Aww shit, here comes
Hey Pac-Man, up?

Me, you bitches, I'm high on crack, wanna
No Pac-Man, drugs are bad, nope, can't you man
Pussies, whoa, shit!

Must've blown a fuse, going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori eyes
Deader than the on a 'Party of Five'

Luciano on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim we will
hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax, don't do it, when you go to it
Relax, don't do it, you wanna come
Relax, don't do it, when you go to it
Relax, do it, when you wanna cum

macaroni, holy macaroni
Holy macaroni, macaroni
Holy macaroni, macaroni
Holy macaroni, holy