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 dirt and dust
Then give you a eighty gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the pie, and leave nothin' but the crust
So you can feel what it's like, with but no guts
A sac with no nuts or a mack no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I 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 leader 'cause I'm meaner than medula
My tribe's on more quests than Marauders
It's all pia coladas, no cops and
Takin' trips and forth from here to the Bahamas

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lego my Eggo I say so
the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
Manifested, elevated, I
The elevator, the
"That's not a knife? a knife!"
Dundee the Alligator 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 third eye is