Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthing Off

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

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

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

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

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

The of fiction, I spark friction
Smoking "Hay" without the crucial
prescription, microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic prediction, description of my psychical

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

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

The name sticks like
I keep it realer than alien autopsy
You similar to a Spice goin' solo
You lost Bebe, or a dog named Toto
My of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass like a motherfuckin'
Como estas? Tony Del
Built to destroy kid's blocks of Legos

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