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, it's like this, it

I make eat dirt 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 feel it's like, with instinct but no guts
A sac with no nuts or a with no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I can't be touched

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

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

Yo, yo, I am to blow 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 of fiction, I spark friction
"Hay" without the crucial confliction
4-Ize prescription, microphone, Jackie
prediction, Egyptian description of my psychical

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

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

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

Lego my '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, the China
Big Trouble, little sewer but still I find ya I'm stinky
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a
Yo, my eye is blinky