Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit
Warm fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you it and then fart it
And y'all I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's so fast
But broke with no food is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in I get green
In I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know 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 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 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, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me
But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc
If you think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a by nature but criminal by law
Any set against me, chunk 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, got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowing like Falls
We all know saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm to go on vacation, blow 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 my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
the New Generation, blow 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 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 me home
And if you mad I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, it out ya ass!

My black people show me when I'm up on the block
And Latinos waiting for my CD's to drop
people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fucking rock!"
Yo' fans are my fans, Blow it out ya ass!
So find my in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might
It's hard, other albums are softer than ice
Yo' scans are my scans, Blow it out ya ass!
Now Luda's throwing up A's, and I'm up L's
Around the globe getting paid, you home biting yo'
DTP, the label that practice fighting ourselves
We probably getting on your nerves, huh? it out ya ass!
I been eating and getting fat while dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay 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, 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 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, wish me wrong
But after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!