Luyện nghe bài hát Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

Yea-uh, here we go, here we go, 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 filled with chicken and Malt Liquor
And women that are real life scratch 'n' sniff
I videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and break a leg Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya
See I gotta say shit, the money speaks for itself
With all I make I'm great like five lakes
You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my

You rollin' on dubs, I right into clubs
Dirtiest home with rings than ya tub
You it's all practical jokes and big bloopers
But I bitches with 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 some drawers I'll be goin' to Hell
Ludacris, like a nigga fresh out of jail
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod
And my baby's assed out, 'cause I rub my with her diapers
So you can for now if you sinned in the past
"Word of Mouf" time to wipe that grin off yo' ass

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

The black hacksaw Jim Duggin stay
Creepin', I'm in the shadows, the
You want the tail in the or, a light fade?
'Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the
I kill ya smoke a blunt and where I put ya
I'm soopafly Snuka, I smack hoes
The black rose with the dozen attack
I rock Shaq's clothes when I beast
Power up, get big, disturbin' the peace