Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthing Off

Yeah, hah
When it all come down to it we have shit
(Woo! Use mouth, haha)
Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's this, check it

I niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
Then give you a eighty dollar certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the pie, and leave nothin' but the crust
So you can feel what it's like, with instinct but no
A sac with no or a mack with no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be

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

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

Yo, yo, I am to blow up the earth
With my "Pew-36 space modulator"
be praised, you meditator
Drop interrogator, 85 percent regulator
The Educator and the Almighty Creator,

The seperater of fiction, I friction
Smoking "Hay" the crucial confliction
4-Ize prescription, microphone, Jackie
Psychic prediction, description of my psychical

My is weak and it's pitiful
Spiritual is hooked up to the
Umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Kah
Remove paper of tar from cigar
I slap like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Allah, Half Anti-Christ Superstar
Rockin' the microphone with a hand like Dr.

While I'm hittin' trees harder Sonny Bono
Double Dragon, up with an Abobo
I villains 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 than alien photo
You to a Spice Girl goin' solo
You lost Bebe, or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Lobo
We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass a motherfuckin' homo
Como estas? Tony Del
Built to these 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!"
Crocodile Dundee the Rustler
'Cause I hustle ya, under the
Big Trouble, sewer but still I find ya 'cause I'm stinky
Manifest, throw you down the like a slinky
Yo, my eye is blinky