Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Me

A bottle of got my manager grinnin'
Yeah that's me keeps the turntables spinnin'
I'm cards and I keep on winnin'
I know God hates me I'm always sinnin'
U don't know me blow me ho you get hot
get your ass blown out fuckin with the kid rock
Eatin up ya suckers the same way a beast could
Tearin thru your town like muther fuckin clint
I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin'
Makin a lotta money but let me be mistaken
I never thought about climbin up the pop
And I don't give a fuck u can't buy my tape in
Give me a choice between like an ass wipe
Or sittin in an alley smokin from a glass pipe
I'd be as skinny as a junkie with the aids
But still I'd better than a puppet tryin to get paid
Now the rhyme as I climb and I co get rude
And send ya runnin' playin' pussy like shaggy and
I'm the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental
And I'm a shit up like they did in south central
Son of a I'm the son of a bitch
Nobody ever loved u so you're the son of a
I'm a of a young 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 from now on I'm 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 they stare
'cause I got more 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