Luyện nghe bài hát Blast

Aww shit!

Kid Rock back in motherfucking house
the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from these shotgun
Feel the effects of my blast
People from these shotgun blasts

'Cause I'm rippin', flippin', crippin', like a one does
So if your wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug
'Cause I'ma go above that, beyond the of my fuckin' duty
'Cause all corney, phony emcees now a days don't move me

So I'm a show it proof G, so make
I got a time pay, start to dig graves
Because I'm buryin' emcees and sharin' their
Now you rolled are carrying my babies

Grab me it never no one
A broken home hurts someone
me it never hurt no one
I saw kids get shot, sell guns

And still I rip it, flip it, grip it like a real one
Rockin', on the stage, with a hell a steady buzz
From a fifth of ol' Beam
We fryin' emcees up just like some motherfucking Dean

Sausage pattys, and cabbies like it's no thing
Drinkin' more Colt's then the 45
Swingin' emcees like a cow rope
And if the guns too loud, oh boy, I'm straight slittin'

'Cause that's the way I like to do Holmes
time I get my gamble on
Yeah that's the way I to do shit Holmes
I never in one spot, I was born to roam

Feel I got bank but it's not enough friend
'Cause I want more bank see, than my grandkids could spend
So if ya some cheep slut, then speak up
hoe's know not to ask for cash, 'cause I'm a cheap fuck

Feel the effects of my blast
Mothers crying from these shotgun
the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying these shotgun blasts