Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Me

A bottle of got my manager grinnin'
Yeah that's me keeps the turntables spinnin'
I'm countin cards and I keep on
I know God me 'cause I'm always sinnin'
U know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
get your ass blown out fuckin with the kid rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the way a beast could
thru your town like muther fuckin clint eastwood
'cause I be fakin the rhymes keep ya shakin'
Makin a lotta but don't let me be mistaken
I never about climbin up the pop chart
And I don't give a fuck u can't buy my tape in
Give me a choice between like an ass wipe
Or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a pipe
I'd be as skinny as a junkie with the plague
But still I'd look better than a tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as I climb and I co get
And send ya runnin' pussy like shaggy and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong dude to fuck with my is mental
And I'm a tear shit up like they did in central
Son of a bitch I'm the son of a
Nobody loved u so you're the son of a dick
I'm a of a young girl top in her class
You're a product of a hooker who was sellin ass
And styles in the past it's old and dusty
So now on I'm callin u m.c. crusty
'cause to face me u must be or blasted
So now I'm gonna drop ya like a hit of
And when I rip ya people they might
'cause I got more rhymes than donahue's got white
An yo buck won't you please be a
And your mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick her up at 10