Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Me

A bottle of jack's got my manager
Yeah that's me keeps the turntables spinnin'
I'm countin cards and I keep on
I know God hates me 'cause I'm sinnin'
U don't know me blow me ho you get hot
You'll get your ass blown out fuckin with the kid
Eatin up ya suckers just the way a beast could
Tearin thru your town muther fuckin clint eastwood
I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin'
Makin a lotta money but let me be mistaken
I thought about climbin up the pop chart
And I give a fuck u can't buy my tape in k-mart
Give me a choice between like an ass wipe
Or in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipe
I'd be as skinny as a junkie with the plague
But still I'd look better than a puppet tryin to get
Now check the rhyme as I and I co get rude
And send ya runnin' playin' pussy like and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong dude to fuck my mouth is mental
And I'm a tear shit up like did in south central
Son of a I'm the son of a bitch
Nobody ever 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 past it's old and
So now on I'm callin u m.c. crusty
'cause to me u must be blitzed or blasted
So now I'm gonna drop ya like a hit of
And when I rip ya people they 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