Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

I never used to snore in my 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now moving so fast
But being broke with no food is a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon white women with ass
And y'all that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip
All these rappers wanna what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, a discount? Blow it out ya ass!
See in just six I infiltrated the system
If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I 'em
Niggas hate giving me props cause I might use it against
C'mon, get out! Blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me
But after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me
If you mad I'm on the road, then me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me
But after your three wishes, it out ya ass!

time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums filling your disc changer
If you ever think of me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, it up and stand tall
Next year I'm looking into Greenbriar Mall
You probably own a lot of property! it out ya ass!
C'mon and take a look, got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowing like Falls
We all know saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation, it out ya ass!
Shout out to O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve
You mad cause I'm a thief and got a way words
I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm nerves
the New Generation, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then me home
And if you mad I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

My black people me love when I'm up on the block
And always waiting for my CD's to drop
White people the flow, they say, "Dude, you fucking rock!"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? it out ya ass!
So my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are softer ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, right? it out ya ass!
Now Luda's up A's, and I'm lighting up L's
Around the globe getting paid, you biting yo' nails
DTP, the only label practice fighting ourselves
We getting on your nerves, huh? Blow it out ya ass!
I been eating and fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up numbers
You 6 million served, huh? Blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk me wrong
But after your three wishes, it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then me home
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!