Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Me

A of jack's got my manager grinnin'
that's me that keeps the turntables spinnin'
I'm countin cards and I on winnin'
I know God hates me 'cause I'm always
U know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
You'll get your ass blown out fuckin with the kid
Eatin up ya suckers the same way a beast could
thru your town like muther fuckin clint eastwood
'cause I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya
Makin a lotta but don't let me be mistaken
I never thought about up the pop chart
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 glass
I'd be as skinny as a junkie with the plague
But I'd look better than a puppet tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as I climb and I co get
And send ya runnin' playin' pussy like and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is
And I'm a tear up like they 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 product of a girl top in her class
You're a product of a hooker who was sellin ass
And your styles in the it's old and dusty
So now on I'm callin u m.c. crusty
'cause to face me u must be or blasted
So now I'm gonna ya like a hit of acid
And I rip ya people they might stare
'cause I got more than donahue's got white hair
An yo buck you please be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna fuck and I'll her up at 10