Luyện nghe bài hát Mope

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

no, we gonna do this
For a gangbangin' thug that seen it comin'
Yeah, Tupac

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Relax, don't do it, 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 come

Nowhere to go, I wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old to activate
Stalemate, jailbait in 'My So-Called Life'
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make, it?

I to pretend I'm speed reading
Never lose the of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today, just some Brut by
Smell the ass of my jeans, clean, 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 mullet hook the to the Kirby

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo yo yo yo yo! What it is,
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, help you man
Pussies, whoa, shit!

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

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

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

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