Luyện nghe bài hát Mope

We gonna drop this next
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 never it comin'
Yeah, Shakur

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

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

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

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

Deep a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Putty
Make a and Colgate sandwich and ate it
Go "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives

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

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

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

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

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
what a good breakfast pickles make, isn't it?

I like to I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the of sneezing
Don't need a shower today, just some by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans, clean, do another day

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

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

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

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

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

I'm mighty tighty and I'm smugglin' plums
you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty and I'm smugglin' plums
you wanna 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, freebase?
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, climb the like King Kong
Buggin' out like Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a of Five'

Luciano on a treadmill
Not nowhere, slim chance we will
hip than 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 cum

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