Luyện nghe bài hát Mope

We drop 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, Shakur

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

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

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

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

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

So I like to dance in front 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 going 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, slim 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, don't do it, when you wanna
Relax, don't do it, you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, you wanna come

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

I like to pretend I'm reading
lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today, just some Brut by
Smell the ass of my jeans, clean, they'll do day

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

Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a
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, nothing's on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori eyes
than the parents on a 'Party of Five'

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

I'm mighty tighty and I'm smugglin' plums
you wanna 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
I'm mighty tighty and I'm smugglin' 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, wanna
No Pac-Man, are bad, nope, can't help you man
Pussies, whoa, shit!

blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, the walls like King Kong
out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the 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, do it, when 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 cum

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