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.

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

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

Ooh, me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, me, Amadeus
Ooh, me, Amadeus, ooh, rock 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 McCheese "Send a Shake please"

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

throat a whole Nutty Buddy
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 dance naked in of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I him U.P.S.
Playin' 'spin the bottle' my mom
I watch "Cops" with no on

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

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

Relax, do it, when 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 wanna

to go, I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to
Stalemate, in 'My So-Called Life' imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make, it?

I like to I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the thrill of
Don't need a today, just some 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 I might as well be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet hook the to the Kirby

Make a call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to the time
Sent a letter in the mail in to Johnny Quest
Send me back my

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

Luciano on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, 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, when you go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you come

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

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

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

Me, you bitches, I'm high on crack, wanna
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 like Kong
Buggin' out like Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a of Five'

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

Relax, do it, when 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, when you cum

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