Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

Malice found religion, found prison
Im just tryna my way out this fucking kitchen
A birds eye got me channelling my vision
one to two now my kilos got a sibling
Father knows best, wash my hands all's
We kicking up dust like the floors
Walls full of safes like mausoleum doors
Pussy getting wet like she walking through my
Grants, Jacksons, no for George
Yeh, the fear of Gods in you
art imitate my life
Your World Star Hip Hop fame off imitation white
Eliminate the fool's and imitation ice
My music for soul, inspiration for your life
dime I made in this life wasn't disastrous
Help my young bitch see my way the Bachelors
Sent my old bitch right back to get her
Same I was clapping in the rafters
The truth hurts its revealed
What goes around comes around, this is ferris wheel
Grab hold and the steering wheel
As I parrallel park, Kentucky on the grill
The fact Im free lets me know God is great
Ten year marathon of me selling
These rappers talk crowns but Id talk fear
Villain like Candyman, say my name and Ill
No weapon formed against me prosper
matata, feet up sipping java
Strolling up the totem poll, whats my only
through my Rolodex, who shall bear my toddler
So hands raised as the band plays
Im here now, watch how many nigga's plans
First class flights, soaked nights
Waking up to models, a motherfuckin life