Luyện nghe bài hát Mope

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

Hell no, we gonna do
For a gangbangin' thug that seen it comin'
Yeah, Shakur

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

Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me,
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, 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 "Send a Shamrock Shake 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 whole Nutty
Make to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and sandwich and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and panties on the natives

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

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

Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim we will
Less hip Bo Jackson, bored like 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, when you go to it
Relax, don't do it, you wanna come

Nowhere to go, I can't wake up
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 to pretend I'm speed reading
Never lose the 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, hope a starts
I mean I might as be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a hook the Flowbee to the Kirby

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

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

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

Relax, don't do it, 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 wanna

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 tighty 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, comes Pac-Man
Hey Pac-Man, up?

Me, you bitches, I'm on crack, wanna freebase?
No Pac-Man, drugs are bad, nope, help you man
Pussies, whoa, shit!

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

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

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

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