Luyện nghe bài hát Mope

We gonna drop this next
For a money makin' playa that ain't 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, me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, me, Amadeus
Ooh, me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me,

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

Three o' clock on the dot, time to for eighth 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 crack

Deep throat a whole Buddy
Make to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a and Colgate sandwich and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the

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

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

Luciano on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we
Less hip 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, when you wanna
Relax, do it, when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you come

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

I like to I'm speed reading
Never the sight of the thrill of sneezing
need a shower today, just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans, clean, do another day

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

Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a
Get stuck in just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny
Send me back my

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

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

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

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

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin'
When you cum
I'm tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
you wanna 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, are bad, nope, can't help you man
Pussies, whoa, shit!

Must've blown a fuse, going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's
than 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 around like Frankie 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, do it, when you wanna cum

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