Luyện nghe bài hát Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

Yea-uh, here we go, we go, here we go
Talk that word 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 that are real life scratch 'n' sniff stickers
I shoot videos and get slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and 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 truck? Man I got in my skates

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

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

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