Luyện nghe bài hát Blast

Aww shit!

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

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

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

me it never hurt no one
A broken always hurts someone
me it never hurt no one
I saw get shot, don't sell guns

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

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

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

like I got bank but it's not enough friend
'Cause I want 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 cheap

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