Luyện nghe bài hát Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

Yea-uh, we go, here we go, here we go
Talk about that word of 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 with chicken and Malt Liquor
And that are real life scratch 'n' sniff stickers
I videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence
You is all talk, and it's bad for ya health
See I ain't gotta say shit, the speaks for itself
With all models I make I'm great like five
You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my

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 bitches with no titties that work at Hooters
Just get a of girls that shakin' they thangs
Then I, put 'em on and cut two frames
With some gasoline drawers be goin' to Hell
Ludacris, fuck like a nigga out of jail
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier Rod Piper
And my baby's assed out, 'cause I rub my cars 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, I've worked for wings and fingers
I mo' parts so Chi-town could get seen
I'm a dirty bird now but I keep clean
I rip niggaz one by one
Or two by two, I'll take 'em however they
Instead of a gun, I'll out a stick from woodworkin'

The black hacksaw Jim stay lurkin'
Creepin', I'm in the shadows, the
You want the tail in the back or, a light
'Cause Tony Scissorhands is the barber, the
I kill ya smoke a blunt and forget I put ya
I'm soopafly like Snuka, I hoes
The black with the dozen attack flows
I rock Shaq's clothes when I alter
Power up, get big, disturbin' the peace