Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Me

A of jack's got my manager grinnin'
Yeah that's me that keeps the turntables
I'm cards and I keep on winnin'
I God hates me 'cause I'm always sinnin'
U don't know me blow me ho you get hot
You'll get your ass out fuckin with the kid rock
Eatin up ya just the same way a beast could
thru your town like muther fuckin clint eastwood
'cause I be fakin the rhymes keep ya shakin'
Makin a money but don't let me be mistaken
I thought about climbin up the pop chart
And I don't a fuck u can't buy my tape in k-mart
Give me a choice between soundin like an ass
Or sittin in an alley smokin from a glass pipe
I'd be as skinny as a junkie the aids plague
But still I'd look than a puppet tryin to get paid
Now the rhyme as I climb and I co get rude
And send ya playin' pussy like shaggy and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong to fuck with my mouth is mental
And I'm a tear shit up like they did in south
Son of a I'm the son of a bitch
Nobody ever loved u so the son of a dick
I'm a product of a 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 blitzed or
So now I'm gonna drop ya a hit of acid
And when I rip ya people might stare
'cause I got more rhymes than donahue's got white
An yo won't you please be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna fuck and pick her up at 10