Luyện nghe bài hát Mope

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

Hell no, we gonna do
For a gangbangin' thug that never it comin'
Yeah, Shakur

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

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

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

Three o' on the dot, time to cruise for eighth graders
Rather tape the Weather Channel so I can watch it later
Reruns of reruns, so what's
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack

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

So I like to dance naked in front of my
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, the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori eyes
Deader than the on a 'Party of Five'

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

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

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

I to pretend I'm speed reading
Never 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 sniff my own
I dial the number, hope a conversation starts
I mean I might as well be to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the

a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get in traffic just to pass the time
a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest
Send me my Etch-A-Sketch

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

Luciano Pavarotti on a
Not going nowhere, slim chance we
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored wood
Dick around Frankie 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, you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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