Luyện nghe bài hát Blow It Out (Remix)

I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap started
thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your paycheck, you burp it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now moving so fast
But being broke with no food is a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip
All these wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, a discount? Blow it out ya ass!
See in six months I infiltrated the system
If you somebody better, then I'm sorry 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 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, wish me wrong
But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone
I eat dinner Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc
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 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 gigantic
Plus his money keeps flowing 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 you a curve
You mad cause I'm a and got a way with words
I'ma start my own beverage, it'll your nerves
the New Generation, 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 wish me
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 I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!

My black people show me love I'm up on the block
And always waiting 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 in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are softer ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, right? it out ya ass!
Now throwing up A's, and I'm lighting up L's
Around the globe 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 eating and getting 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, huh? 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!

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 three wishes, blow it out ya ass!