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 this, check it

I make niggaz eat dirt and fart
Then give you a eighty gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave nothin' but the
So you can feel what it's like, instinct but no guts
A sac no nuts 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 medula oblongotas
My tribe's on more quests than Marauders
It's all pia coladas, no and robbers
Takin' trips and forth from here 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, into the next
So many Major Coins that I thought I had a
4-Ize, 4-Ize 4-Ize

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

The seperater of fiction, I spark
"Hay" without the crucial confliction
4-Ize prescription, microphone, Stallone
Psychic prediction, Egyptian description of my

My flesh is weak and pitiful
is hooked up to the invisible
Umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Kah
paper of tar from every cigar
I slap like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Superstar
Rockin' the with a hand like Dr. Claw

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

The name like 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 liberty is Lobo
We Cop Robo, Virgo, ass like a motherfuckin' homo
Como estas? Tony Del
Built to these kid's blocks of Legos

Lego my Eggo 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 Rustler
I hustle ya, under the China
Big Trouble, little sewer but still I ya 'cause I'm stinky
Manifest, you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my eye is blinky