Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Me

A bottle of jack's got my grinnin'
Yeah that's me that keeps the turntables
I'm countin cards and I keep on
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 blown out with the kid rock
up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
Tearin thru town like muther fuckin clint eastwood
'cause I be fakin the rhymes that 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 u can't buy my tape in k-mart
Give me a choice between like an ass wipe
Or sittin in an alley crack from a glass pipe
I'd be as as a junkie with the aids plague
But I'd look better than a puppet tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as I and I co get rude
And send ya playin' pussy like shaggy and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong dude to fuck my mouth is mental
And I'm a shit up like they did in south central
Son of a bitch I'm the son of a
Nobody ever loved u so the son of a dick
I'm a of a young girl top in her class
You're a product of a who was sellin that ass
And your styles in the past old and dusty
So from now on I'm callin u m.c.
'cause to me u must be blitzed or blasted
So now I'm gonna drop ya a hit of acid
And when I rip ya they might stare
'cause I got more rhymes donahue's got white hair
An yo buck won't you please be a
And tell mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick her up at 10