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 like this, it

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

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

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

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 of fiction, I spark friction
Smoking "Hay" without the crucial
prescription, microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic prediction, Egyptian description of my

My flesh is weak and pitiful
Spiritual is hooked up to the
Umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Kah
Remove of tar from every cigar
I slap like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Anti-Christ
the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw

While I'm hittin' trees harder than Bono
Double Dragon, up with 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 bridges on the promo
Niggaz clown, I'm homey and Bozo
'Cause in the grand game my life callin' like Jo-Jo

The name like Toto
I keep it than alien autopsy photo
You similar to a Spice goin' solo
You like Bebe, or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca
We Cop Robo, Virgo, ass like a motherfuckin' homo
Como Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy kid's blocks of Legos

Lego my Eggo 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 ya, under the China
Big Trouble, little sewer but I find ya 'cause I'm stinky
Manifest, you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is