Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthing Off

Yeah, hah
When it all come down to it we ain't have
(Woo! Use mouth, haha)
Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's like this, it

I make eat dirt and fart dust
Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and nothin' but the crust
So you can feel it's like, with instinct but no guts
A sac with no nuts or a with no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I still be touched

They call me Seymour Butts, 'cause I get more ass than
They say I'm next and got that love, and get too close
Follow the 'cause I'm meaner than medula oblongotas
My tribe's on more quests than Midnight
all pia coladas, no cops and robbers
Takin' trips back and forth here to the Bahamas

I hump more than llamas, get rolled more than
If you say I'm not nice, then a motherfuckin' liar
to your opinions, into the next millennium
So many Coins that I thought I had a million
4-Ize, whatcha? 4-Ize

Yo, yo, I am to blow up the earth
my "Pew-36 explosive space modulator"
Buddha be praised, you
Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent
The Educator and the Creator, dedicator

The seperater of fiction, I friction
"Hay" without the crucial confliction
4-Ize prescription, microphone, Stallone
prediction, Egyptian description of my psychical

My flesh is weak and it's
is hooked up to the invisible
Umbilical of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah
Remove of tar from every cigar
I slap authority Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Superstar
Rockin' the microphone a hand like Dr. Claw

While I'm hittin' harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon, up with an Abobo
I kill in slowmo for talkin' crazy in my Dojo
Got to lose, like I'm a boxcar Hobo
I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo
Niggaz clown, I'm homey and Bozo
'Cause in the grand prize my life callin' like Jo-Jo

The sticks like Toto
I keep it realer alien autopsy photo
You similar to a Spice Girl solo
You lost like Bebe, or a dog Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca
We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass like a homo
Como estas? Del Negro
Built to destroy kid's blocks of Legos

my Eggo 'cause I say so
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I gifted
Manifested, elevated, I
The elevator, the
"That's not a knife? a knife!"
Dundee the Alligator Rustler
'Cause I hustle ya, the China
Big Trouble, little sewer but I find ya 'cause I'm stinky
Manifest, you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my eye is blinky