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, like this, check it

I make eat dirt and fart dust
Then give you a eighty dollar gift to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the pie, and leave nothin' but the crust
So you can feel it's like, with instinct but no guts
A sac with no nuts or a mack with no
Give me a massage, I still can't be touched

They me Seymour Butts, 'cause I get more ass than most
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 Marauders
all pia coladas, no cops and robbers
Takin' trips back and from here to the Bahamas

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

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

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

My flesh is weak and it's
Spiritual is up to the invisible
Umbilical cord of my Lord, Devine Kah
paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Anti-Christ Superstar
Rockin' the microphone with a hand Dr. Claw

I'm hittin' trees harder than 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
When I get Ludacris with 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 than alien autopsy photo
You similar to a Spice goin' solo
You lost like Bebe, or a dog named
My statue of liberty is Rebecca
We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass like a homo
Como estas? Del Negro
Built to these kid's blocks of Legos

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