Luyện nghe bài hát Blow It Out (Remix)

I never used to snore in my 'til this rap shit started
Warm fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's so fast
But being broke no food is just a thing of the past
I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And praying that I flop? Blow 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 rappers wanna know what I'm 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 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 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 wish me
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But after your 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 talk to
I'm just a few albums from filling your changer
If you think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and tall
year I'm looking into 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 flowing like 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, throw you a curve
You mad cause I'm a 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 wish me
If you mad I'm on the road, then 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 wish me
If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!

My black people show me love when I'm up on the
And always waiting for my CD's to drop
White people love the flow, say, "Dude, you fucking rock!"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? 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, other albums are than ice cream
Yo' are my scans, right? Blow it out ya ass!
Now throwing up A's, and I'm lighting up L's
Around the globe getting paid, you biting yo' nails
DTP, the label that practice fighting ourselves
We probably getting on your nerves, huh? it out ya ass!
I been and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, high in the summer
out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
You 6 million served, huh? 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, wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, 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 wish me
But after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!