Luyện nghe bài hát Word Of Mouf (Freestyle)

Yea-uh, here we go, here we go, we go
Talk that word of Mouf baby
Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! 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 scratch 'n' sniff stickers
I shoot and get knobs 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 say shit, the money speaks for itself
With all models I make I'm great five lakes
You got rims on ya Man I got rims in my skates

You rollin' on dubs, I roll right into
Dirtiest home with 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 that shakin' they
Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two
With gasoline drawers I'll be goin' to Hell
Ludacris, like a nigga fresh out of jail
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm than Rod Piper
And my baby's 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 grin off yo' ass

rap cats is soft like R 'n' B singers
It's 4-Ize, I've worked for wings and fingers
I reps mo' parts so 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
of a gun, I'll pull out a stick from woodworkin'

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