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 life filled with chicken and Malt
And women that are life scratch 'n' sniff stickers
I shoot videos and get slobbed in trailers
Then hit and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and bad for ya health
See I ain't say shit, the money speaks for itself
With all models I make I'm great like lakes
You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my

You rollin' on dubs, I roll into clubs
Dirtiest home with more rings ya tub
You think it's all practical and big bloopers
But I smack bitches no titties that work at Hooters
Just get a couple of girls that shakin' they
I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames
With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin' to
Ludacris, fuck a nigga fresh out of jail
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier Rod Piper
And my assed out, 'cause I rub my cars 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, worked for wings and chicken fingers
I mo' parts so Chi-town could get seen
I'm a dirty now but I keep shit clean
I rip niggaz one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they
Instead of a gun, I'll pull out a stick woodworkin'

The black hacksaw Jim stay lurkin'
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 a blunt and forget where I put ya
I'm soopafly like Snuka, I smack
The black rose the dozen attack flows
I rock Shaq's clothes when I beast
Power up, get big, it's the peace