Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit
Warm thoughts fill the and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so
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 flop? it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get
In Atlanta I get sleep, in I sip lean
All these wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a Blow it out ya ass!
See in just six months I infiltrated the
If you find somebody better, I'm sorry I missed 'em
Niggas hate giving me props cause I might use it 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, then me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk me wrong
But after your wishes, 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 your three wishes, it out ya ass!

It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling disc changer
If you ever think of stopping me, 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 into buying Greenbriar
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 know Jesus saves and Ludacris
I'm 'bout to go on vacation, it out ya ass!
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a
You mad cause I'm a thief and got a way with
start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
the New Generation, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me
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 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 I'm right, punk 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 Latinos always for my CD's to drop
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you rock!"
Yo' fans are my fans, Blow it out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white
Rip it open, it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are than ice cream
Yo' are my scans, right? Blow it out ya ass!
Now Luda's throwing up A's, and I'm up L's
the globe getting paid, you home biting yo' nails
DTP, the label that practice fighting ourselves
We getting on your nerves, huh? Blow it out ya ass!
I been eating and getting fat while dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up numbers
You over 6 million served, huh? it out ya ass!

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