Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

I never used to snore in my 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then it
And think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's so fast
But being broke no food is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white with ass
And y'all praying I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get
In I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, a discount? Blow it out ya ass!
See in just six I infiltrated the system
If you find better, then I'm sorry I missed 'em
hate giving me props cause I might use it against them
C'mon, get out! Blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me
But after your three wishes, it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

It's time to saddle up the Tontos I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums filling your disc changer
If you ever think of me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but by law
Any set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
Next year I'm into buying Greenbriar Mall
You own a lot of property! Blow it out ya ass!
C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic
Plus his money keeps flowing like Falls
We all know Jesus saves and withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation, it out ya ass!
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma you a curve
You mad cause I'm a thief and got a way with
I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm nerves
the New Generation, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

My black show me love when I'm up on the block
And always waiting for my CD's to drop
White love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fucking rock!"
Yo' are my fans, right? Blow it out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma scream
It's hard, other albums are than ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, Blow it out ya ass!
Now Luda's up A's, and I'm lighting up L's
Around the globe getting paid, you biting yo' nails
DTP, the only label that fighting ourselves
We getting on your nerves, huh? Blow it out ya ass!
I been eating and fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay in the summer
out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
You over 6 million served, huh? it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me
If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me
If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home
And if you mad I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!