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, like this, check it

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

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

I hump more than llamas, get rolled than tires
If you say I'm not nice, then your a liar
Entitled to your opinions, into the millennium
So many 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 explosive modulator"
be praised, you meditator
Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent
The and the Almighty Creator, dedicator

The seperater of fiction, I friction
"Hay" without the crucial 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 cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Kah
paper of tar from every cigar
I slap like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Anti-Christ
Rockin' the microphone with a like Dr. Claw

While I'm hittin' trees harder than Sonny
Double Dragon, mixed up an Abobo
I villains in slowmo for talkin' crazy in my Dojo
Got nothin' to lose, like I'm a Hobo
When I get Ludacris 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 it realer than alien autopsy photo
You similar to a Spice goin' solo
You lost like Bebe, or a dog Toto
My statue of liberty is Lobo
We Cop Robo, Virgo, ass like a motherfuckin' homo
Como Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy these kid's of Legos

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