Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

I used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then it
And think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just a of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white with ass
And y'all praying that I 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 these wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, a discount? Blow it out ya ass!
See in just six months I the system
If you find somebody better, I'm sorry I missed 'em
Niggas hate giving me props cause I use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! it out ya ass!

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

It's time to up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling disc changer
If you think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand
Next year I'm looking into buying Greenbriar
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 Ludacris
I'm 'bout to go on vacation, it out ya ass!
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a
You mad cause I'm a thief and got a way words
I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your
Pepsi's the New Generation, it out ya ass!

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

My black people show me when I'm up on the block
And Latinos 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 and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might
It's hard, other albums are softer ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, right? it out ya ass!
Now throwing up A's, and I'm lighting up L's
Around the globe getting paid, you home biting yo'
DTP, the label that practice fighting ourselves
We probably on your nerves, huh? Blow it out ya ass!
I been eating and getting fat while dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the
out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
You 6 million served, huh? 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 three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

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