Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthing Off

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, I am goin' to up the earth
my "Pew-36 explosive space modulator"
Buddha be praised, you
squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator
The and the Almighty Creator, dedicator

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

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

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

The name like Toto
I keep it realer than autopsy photo
You similar to a Girl goin' solo
You lost like Bebe, or a dog Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca
We Cop Robo, Virgo, ass like a motherfuckin' homo
Como Tony Del Negro
to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos

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