Luyện nghe bài hát Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

Yea-uh, here we go, here we go, we go
Talk about that word of baby
Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! 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 filled with chicken and Malt Liquor
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 five
You got rims on ya Man I got rims in my skates

You rollin' on dubs, I right into clubs
Dirtiest home with more rings ya tub
You it's all practical jokes and big bloopers
But I smack bitches with no titties that 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 like a fresh out of jail
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm than Rod Piper
And my baby's assed out, 'cause I rub my with her diapers
So you can pray for now if you sinned in the
"Word of Mouf" time to that silly grin off yo' ass

These rap cats is like R 'n' B singers
It's 4-Ize, I've worked for and chicken fingers
I mo' parts 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 come
Instead of a gun, pull out a stick from woodworkin'

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