Luyện nghe bài hát Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

Yea-uh, here we go, we go, here we go
Talk about that of Mouf baby
Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go
Ludacris, 4-Ize, D E what you now now now now

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You see I live a life filled chicken and Malt Liquor
And women that are real life scratch 'n' sniff
I shoot and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and break a leg like Taylor
You is all talk, and it's bad for ya health
See I ain't gotta say shit, the speaks for itself
With all models I make I'm great like five
You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my

You rollin' on dubs, I roll right into
Dirtiest home with more than ya tub
You think it's all practical and big bloopers
But I smack bitches with no titties that at Hooters
Just get a couple of girls that shakin' they
Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two
With some drawers I'll be goin' to Hell
Ludacris, fuck like a nigga out of jail
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm than Rod Piper
And my baby's assed out, 'cause I rub my cars her diapers
So you can pray for now if you in the past
"Word of Mouf" time to wipe silly grin off yo' ass

rap cats is soft like R 'n' B singers
It's 4-Ize, worked for wings and chicken fingers
I reps mo' parts so Chi-town could get
I'm a bird now but I keep shit clean
I rip meanface one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em they come
Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from

The black Jim Duggin stay lurkin'
Creepin', I'm in the shadows, the
You the tail in the back or, a light fade?
'Cause Scissorhands is the barber, the butcher
I kill ya a blunt and forget where I put ya
I'm soopafly like Snuka, I smack
The rose with the dozen attack flows
I Shaq's clothes when I alter beast
Power up, get big, it's the peace