Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthing Off

Yeah, hah
When it all come down to it we have shit
(Woo! Use mouth, haha)
Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's this, check it

I make niggaz eat dirt and fart
Then give you a eighty dollar gift 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 massage, I still can't be touched

call me Seymour Butts, 'cause I get more ass than most
They say I'm and got that butter love, and get too close
Follow the leader 'cause I'm meaner than 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 more than llamas, get rolled more than tires
If you say I'm not nice, your a motherfuckin' liar
Entitled to opinions, into the next millennium
So many Major Coins that I thought I had a
4-Ize, whatcha? 4-Ize

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

The of fiction, I spark friction
Smoking "Hay" without the confliction
4-Ize prescription, microphone, Stallone
Psychic prediction, Egyptian of my psychical

My is weak and it's pitiful
is hooked up to the invisible
Umbilical of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah
paper of tar from every cigar
I slap like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Anti-Christ Superstar
Rockin' the with a hand like Dr. Claw

While I'm hittin' harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon, mixed up with an
I kill villains in for talkin' crazy in my Dojo
Got nothin' to lose, like I'm a boxcar
When I get Ludacris 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 autopsy photo
You to a Spice Girl goin' solo
You lost Bebe, or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Lobo
We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass like a homo
Como estas? Tony Del
to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos

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