Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Me

A bottle of jack's got my manager
Yeah that's me keeps the turntables spinnin'
I'm cards and I keep on winnin'
I know God hates me 'cause I'm sinnin'
U don't me blow me ho you wanna get hot
You'll get your ass blown out with the kid rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast
Tearin thru your town like fuckin clint eastwood
'cause I be fakin the rhymes that ya shakin'
a lotta money but don't let me be mistaken
I thought about climbin up the pop chart
And I don't give a fuck u buy my tape in k-mart
Give me a between soundin like an ass wipe
Or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a pipe
I'd be as skinny as a junkie with the aids
But still I'd look better than a puppet tryin to get
Now check the as I climb and I co get rude
And send ya runnin' playin' pussy shaggy and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong to fuck with my mouth is mental
And I'm a tear shit up like did in south central
Son of a bitch I'm the son of a
ever 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 your styles in the it's old and dusty
So from now on I'm callin u m.c.
'cause to face me u must be blitzed or
So now I'm gonna drop ya a hit of acid
And I rip ya people they might stare
I got more rhymes than donahue's got white hair
An yo won't you please be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna fuck and pick her up at 10