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 like this, it

I make niggaz eat dirt and dust
Then give you a eighty dollar gift 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 with no nuts or a mack no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I can't be touched

They call me Butts, 'cause I get more 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 on more quests than Midnight Marauders
It's all pia coladas, no cops and
Takin' trips back and forth 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 millennium
So many Major Coins that I I had a million
4-Ize, whatcha? 4-Ize

Yo, yo, I am goin' to 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 of fiction, I spark friction
Smoking "Hay" without the crucial
prescription, microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic prediction, Egyptian description of my

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

While I'm hittin' trees harder than Bono
Double Dragon, mixed up with an
I villains in slowmo for talkin' crazy 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 and Bozo
'Cause in the grand prize game my life like Jo-Jo

The sticks like Toto
I keep it realer alien autopsy 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, ass like a motherfuckin' homo
Como estas? Del Negro
Built to destroy 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!"
Dundee the Alligator Rustler
'Cause I ya, under the China
Big Trouble, little sewer but still I find ya I'm stinky
Manifest, you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is