Luyện nghe bài hát Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

Yea-uh, here we go, here we go, we go
Talk about that word of Mouf
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 real life 'n' sniff stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in
Then hit stage and 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 like five lakes
You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my

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

These rap cats is soft like R 'n' B
It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and fingers
I reps mo' parts so Chi-town 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 out a stick from woodworkin'

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