Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthing Off

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

I make niggaz eat and fart dust
Then give you a eighty dollar certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave 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 be touched

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

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

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

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

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

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

The name sticks like
I keep it realer alien autopsy photo
You similar to a Spice Girl goin'
You lost like Bebe, or a dog Toto
My statue of liberty is Lobo
We Cop Robo, Virgo, ass like a motherfuckin' homo
estas? Tony Del Negro
Built to these kid's blocks of Legos

Lego my Eggo I say so
the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
Manifested, elevated, I
The elevator, the
"That's not a That's a knife!"
Crocodile the Alligator Rustler
'Cause I hustle ya, under the
Big Trouble, little sewer but I find ya 'cause I'm stinky
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a
Yo, my third eye is