Luyện nghe bài hát Mope

We gonna drop 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' Falco and
What?

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

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

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

throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly
a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw 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' 'spin the bottle' my mom
I "Cops" with no pants on

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

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

to go, I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old to activate
Stalemate, jailbait in 'My So-Called imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast 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, some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans, clean, they'll do day

And I recycle, I my own farts
I dial the wrong number, hope a conversation
I mean I as well be listenin' to Journey
myself a mullet hook the Flowbee 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 Braille to Quest
Send me back my

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

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

Relax, don't do it, you wanna 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 come

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

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm plums
you wanna cum
I'm tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' 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 high on crack, wanna
No Pac-Man, drugs are bad, nope, can't you man
Pussies, whoa, shit!

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

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

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

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