Luyện nghe bài hát Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

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

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

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

These rap cats is soft R 'n' B singers
It's 4-Ize, I've for wings and chicken fingers
I reps mo' parts so Chi-town get seen
I'm a dirty bird now but I shit clean
I rip niggaz one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however come
of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkin'

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