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 'cause I'm always
U don't know me blow me ho you get hot
You'll get your ass out fuckin with the kid rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a could
Tearin thru your town muther fuckin clint eastwood
'cause I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya
Makin a money but don't let me be mistaken
I never about climbin up the pop chart
And I don't give a fuck u buy my tape in k-mart
Give me a choice soundin like an ass wipe
Or in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipe
I'd be as skinny as a with the aids plague
But still I'd look better a puppet tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as I climb and I co get
And ya runnin' playin' pussy like shaggy and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is
And I'm a tear shit up like they did in central
Son of a bitch I'm the son of a
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 of a hooker who was sellin that ass
And styles in the past it's old and dusty
So from now on I'm callin u m.c.
'cause to face me u be blitzed or blasted
So now I'm gonna drop ya like a hit of
And when I rip ya people might stare
I got more rhymes than donahue's got white hair
An yo won't you please be a friend
And tell mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick her up at 10