Luyện nghe bài hát Blast

Aww shit!

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

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

So I'm a show it G, so make waves
I got a full time pay, to dig graves
Because I'm buryin' and sharin' their ladies
Now you hoes are carrying my babies

Grab me it hurt no one
A broken home hurts someone
Grab me it hurt no one
I saw kids get shot, don't guns

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

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

'Cause that's the way I like to do Holmes
time I get my gamble on
Yeah that's the way I like to do Holmes
I stay in one spot, I was born to roam

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

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