Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthing Off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sticks like Toto
I keep it than alien autopsy photo
You similar to a Spice Girl solo
You lost Bebe, or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca
We Cop Robo, Virgo, ass like a motherfuckin' homo
Como estas? Del Negro
Built to destroy these kid's blocks of

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