Luyện nghe bài hát Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

Yea-uh, here we go, we go, here we go
about 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 Malt
And women that are real life scratch 'n' stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs in trailers
hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and bad for ya health
See I ain't gotta say shit, the money speaks for
With all models I make I'm great five lakes
You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my

You rollin' on dubs, I roll right clubs
Dirtiest home more rings than 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 shakin' they thangs
Then I, put 'em on and cut two frames
some gasoline drawers I'll be goin' to Hell
Ludacris, fuck like a nigga fresh out of
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod
And my baby's 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 silly off yo' ass

These rap cats is 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 shit clean
I rip niggaz one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they
Instead of a gun, pull out a stick from woodworkin'

The hacksaw Jim Duggin stay lurkin'
Creepin', I'm in the shadows, the
You the tail in the back or, a light fade?
'Cause Tony 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 rock Shaq's clothes when I beast
up, get big, it's disturbin' the peace