Luyện nghe bài hát Mope

We gonna drop next bomb
For a money makin' playa ain't with us no mo'
Yeah, B.I.G.

Hell no, we gonna do
For a gangbangin' thug never seen it comin'
Yeah, Tupac

Nah bitch, I'm 'bout
Falco and shit
What?

Ooh, me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, me, Amadeus
Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, me, Amadeus
Ooh, me, Amadeus

Tried to OD on the
Girls' got me 'Sweatin' To The Oldies'
Hanging out like Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas
Wrote to McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please"

Three o' clock on the dot, time to cruise for eighth
Rather tape the Weather so that I can watch it later
of reruns, so what's happenin'?
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack

throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and Colgate and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the

So I like to naked in front of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I him U.P.S.
Playin' 'spin the with my mom
I watch "Cops" with no on

blown a fuse nothing going on
Lamer than the Pope, the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader the parents on a 'Party of Five'

Luciano Pavarotti on a
Not going nowhere, slim chance we
Less hip Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Goes To Hollywood'

Relax, don't do it, when you go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you wanna
Relax, don't do it, you wanna go to it
Relax, do it, when you wanna come

Nowhere to go, I wake up late
Just sit and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate, in 'My So-Called Life' imprisonment
what a good breakfast pickles make, isn't it?

I like to pretend I'm speed
lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today, some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans, clean, do another day

And I recycle, I sniff my own
I dial the wrong number, hope a starts
I mean I might as well be listenin' to
Givin' myself a hook the Flowbee to the Kirby

Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a
Get stuck in just to pass the time
Sent a in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest
Send me back my

Must've a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King
out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader the parents on a 'Party of Five'

Luciano Pavarotti on a
Not going nowhere, slim chance we
hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Goes To Hollywood

Relax, don't do it, when you go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you come
Relax, don't do it, when you go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you come

I'm mighty tighty and I'm smugglin' plums
When you cum
I'm mighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
you wanna cum

I'm tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm plums
When you cum

Yo yo yo yo yo! it is, motherfuckers?
Aww shit, here comes
Hey Pac-Man, up?

Me, you bitches, I'm on crack, wanna freebase?
No Pac-Man, drugs are bad, nope, can't you man
Pussies, whoa, shit!

blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the like King Kong
Buggin' out Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader the parents on a 'Party of Five'

Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, like wood
around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax, don't do it, you wanna go to it
Relax, do it, when you wanna come
Relax, don't do it, you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it, when you cum

Holy macaroni, holy
macaroni, holy macaroni
Holy macaroni, macaroni
macaroni, holy macaroni