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, like this, check it

I make eat dirt and fart dust
Then you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave nothin' but the
So you can feel what like, with instinct but no guts
A sac with no or a mack with no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I still be touched

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

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

Yo, yo, I am to blow up the earth
With my "Pew-36 space modulator"
be praised, you meditator
Drop squad interrogator, 85 regulator
The Educator and the Almighty Creator,

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

My flesh is weak and it's
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 microphone with a hand Dr. Claw

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

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

Lego my Eggo I say so
the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
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 down the like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is