Luyện nghe bài hát Blow It Out (Remix)

I never used to snore in my sleep 'til rap shit started
Warm fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then it
And y'all think I'm stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's so fast
But being broke with no food is just a 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 I get green
In I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, a discount? 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 me props cause I might 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, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk 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 wish me
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums filling 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 buying Greenbriar Mall
You probably own a lot of property! it out ya ass!
C'mon and a look, he's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowing Niagara Falls
We all know Jesus saves and withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation, 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 calm your
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, 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 after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

My black people me love when I'm up on the block
And Latinos always waiting for my CD's to
White people 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 might
It's hard, albums are softer than ice cream
Yo' are my scans, right? Blow it out ya ass!
Now Luda's up A's, and I'm lighting up L's
Around the globe getting paid, you home biting yo'
DTP, the label that practice fighting ourselves
We probably getting on nerves, huh? Blow it out ya ass!
I been and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the
Watch out, my album's putting up numbers
You 6 million 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, wish 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, 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 three wishes, blow it out ya ass!