Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthing Off

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

I make eat dirt and fart dust
Then give you a eighty gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave but the crust
So you can feel it's 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, 'cause I get ass than most
They say I'm next and got that love, and get too close
Follow the 'cause I'm meaner than medula oblongotas
My tribe's on more quests Midnight Marauders
It's all pia coladas, no and robbers
Takin' back and forth from here to the Bahamas

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

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

The of fiction, I spark friction
Smoking "Hay" the crucial confliction
prescription, microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic prediction, description of my psychical

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

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

The name sticks like
I keep it realer than alien autopsy
You similar to a Girl goin' solo
You like Bebe, or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Lobo
We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass like a motherfuckin'
estas? Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy 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 the Alligator Rustler
'Cause I hustle ya, under the
Big Trouble, little sewer but still I ya 'cause I'm stinky
Manifest, throw you the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is