Luyện nghe bài hát Blast

Aww shit!

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

I'm rippin', flippin', crippin', like a real one does
So if your rap's wrapped in jack, 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 full pay, start to dig graves
I'm buryin' emcees and sharin' their ladies
Now you hoes are carrying my babies

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

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

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

'Cause that's the way I like to do shit
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 like I got bank but it's not enough
'Cause I more bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend
So if ya some cheep slut, then speak up
Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, 'cause I'm a fuck

the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers from these shotgun blasts
the effects of my shotgun blast
People from these shotgun blasts