Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthing Off

Yeah, hah
When it all come down to it we ain't have
(Woo! Use mouth, haha)
Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's this, check it

I make niggaz eat and fart dust
Then give you a dollar gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the pie, and leave nothin' but the crust
So you can feel what it's like, with but no guts
A sac with no nuts or a mack with no
Give me a full-body massage, I can't be touched

They call me Butts, 'cause I get more ass than most
They say I'm and got that butter love, and get too close
the leader 'cause I'm meaner than medula oblongotas
My tribe's on more quests than Marauders
It's all pia coladas, no and robbers
Takin' trips back and from here to the Bahamas

I hump more than llamas, get more than tires
If you say I'm not nice, your a motherfuckin' liar
Entitled to your opinions, into the millennium
So many Coins that I thought I had a million
4-Ize, whatcha? 4-Ize

Yo, yo, I am goin' to blow up the
With my "Pew-36 explosive modulator"
be praised, you meditator
Drop interrogator, 85 percent regulator
The and the Almighty Creator, dedicator

The seperater of fiction, I friction
Smoking "Hay" the crucial confliction
4-Ize prescription, microphone, Stallone
prediction, Egyptian description of my psychical

My flesh is weak and it's
Spiritual is up to the invisible
cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah
Remove paper of tar from cigar
I authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Anti-Christ
Rockin' the microphone with a hand like Dr.

While I'm hittin' trees harder than Bono
Double Dragon, mixed up with an
I kill in slowmo for talkin' crazy in my Dojo
Got nothin' to lose, like I'm a Hobo
When I get with bridges on the promo
wanna clown, I'm homey and Bozo
'Cause in the grand prize game my life callin' like

The name like Toto
I keep it realer than alien photo
You to a Spice Girl goin' solo
You like Bebe, or a dog named Toto
My statue of is Rebecca Lobo
We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass a motherfuckin' homo
Como estas? Tony Del
Built to destroy these kid's blocks of

my Eggo 'cause I say so
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay
Manifested, elevated, I
The elevator, the
"That's not a knife? a knife!"
Dundee the Alligator Rustler
'Cause I hustle ya, under the
Big Trouble, sewer but still I find ya 'cause I'm stinky
Manifest, throw you the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my eye is blinky