Luyện nghe bài hát Mope

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

Hell no, we do this
For a thug that never seen it comin'
Yeah, Tupac

Nah bitch, I'm talkin'
Motherfuckin' Falco and
What?

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

to OD on the Cold-Eeze
'Golden got me 'Sweatin' To The Oldies'
Hanging out like Double Ds sip Long Iced Teas
Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock please"

Three o' clock on the dot, time to cruise for eighth
Rather tape the Channel so that I can watch it later
Reruns of reruns, so happenin'?
Dee's up and Rog on crack again

Deep throat a whole Nutty
Make whoopie to a batch of Putty
Make a Spam and sandwich and ate it
Go "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives

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

Must've blown a fuse going on
Lamer than the Pope, the walls like King Kong
out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a of Five'

Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like
around like 'Frankie Goes To Hollywood'

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

to go, I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old to activate
Stalemate, jailbait in 'My Life' imprisonment
what a good breakfast pickles make, isn't it?

I like to I'm speed reading
lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today, just Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans, clean, do another day

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

a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic to pass the time
Sent a in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest
Send me back my

Must've blown a fuse, going on
than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a of Five'

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

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

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm plums
you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin'
When you 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! it is, motherfuckers?
Aww shit, here Pac-Man
Hey Pac-Man, up?

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

Must've a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's
Deader than the on a 'Party of Five'

Luciano Pavoratti on a
Not nowhere, slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like
Dick around like Frankie Goes To

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

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