Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthing Off

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

I make eat dirt and fart dust
Then give you a eighty gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and nothin' but the crust
So you can feel what like, with instinct but no guts
A sac with no or a mack with no sluts
me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched

They call me Seymour Butts, 'cause I get more ass than
say I'm next and got that 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 and robbers
Takin' trips back and forth from here to the

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

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

The seperater of fiction, I friction
Smoking "Hay" without the confliction
4-Ize prescription, microphone, Jackie
Psychic prediction, Egyptian description of my

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

While I'm hittin' trees harder Sonny Bono
Double Dragon, mixed up with an
I villains in slowmo for talkin' crazy in my Dojo
Got nothin' to lose, I'm a boxcar Hobo
When I get Ludacris with on the promo
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 alien autopsy photo
You similar to a Girl goin' solo
You lost like Bebe, or a dog Toto
My of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass a motherfuckin' homo
Como Tony Del Negro
Built to these kid's blocks of Legos

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