Luyện nghe bài hát Blow It Out

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

It's time to up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't to strangers
I'm just a few albums from your disc changer
If you ever think of me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and tall
Next year I'm looking into buying Greenbriar
You own a lot of property! Blow it out ya ass!
and take a look, he's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps like Niagara Falls
We all Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm to go on vacation, blow it out ya ass!
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a
You mad I'm a thief and got a way with words
start my own beverage, it'll calm 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, then wish me
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, wish 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!

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