Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Me

A of jack's got my manager grinnin'
Yeah that's me that the turntables spinnin'
I'm countin cards and I keep on
I God hates me 'cause I'm always sinnin'
U don't know me me ho you wanna get hot
You'll get your ass out fuckin with the kid rock
Eatin up ya just the same way a beast could
Tearin your town like muther fuckin clint eastwood
I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin'
Makin a lotta but don't let me be mistaken
I never thought climbin up the pop chart
And I don't give a fuck u buy my tape in k-mart
me a choice between soundin like an ass wipe
Or sittin in an alley smokin crack a glass pipe
I'd be as skinny as a 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 runnin' playin' pussy like and scoob
I'm the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental
And I'm a tear shit up like they did in south
Son of a I'm the son of a bitch
Nobody ever u so you're the son of a dick
I'm a product of a young top in her class
You're a of a hooker who was sellin that 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 might stare
'cause I got more rhymes than donahue's got hair
An yo buck won't you be a friend
And your mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick her up at 10