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 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 same way a beast
Tearin thru your town like muther clint eastwood
'cause I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya
Makin a money but don't let me be mistaken
I never thought about climbin up the pop
And I give a fuck u can't buy my tape in k-mart
Give me a choice soundin like an ass wipe
Or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a pipe
I'd be as skinny as a junkie the aids plague
But still I'd better than a puppet tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as I and I co get rude
And ya runnin' playin' pussy like shaggy and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong to fuck with my mouth is mental
And I'm a tear up like they did in south central
Son of a I'm the son of a bitch
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 that ass
And your styles in the past it's old and
So from now on I'm u m.c. crusty
'cause to face me u be blitzed or blasted
So now I'm drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya they might stare
'cause I got rhymes than donahue's got white hair
An yo buck won't you be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna fuck and pick her up at 10