Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

I never used to in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? it out ya ass!
In one I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white with ass
And y'all praying that I Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in I sip lean
All these rappers wanna what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, a discount? Blow it out ya ass!
See in just six months I infiltrated the
If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I 'em
Niggas hate giving me props I might use it against them
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, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk me wrong
But after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

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

It's time to saddle up the cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner 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 hustler by but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, it up and stand tall
Next year I'm looking buying Greenbriar Mall
You probably own a lot of property! it out ya ass!
C'mon and take a look, he's got balls
Plus his money keeps flowing Niagara Falls
We all Jesus 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 your nerves
Pepsi's the New Generation, it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then 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 your 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, punk me wrong
But after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

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

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