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 keep on
I know God hates me 'cause I'm always
U don't know me blow me ho you get hot
You'll get ass blown out fuckin with the kid rock
Eatin up ya just the same way a beast could
Tearin thru 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 about climbin up the pop chart
And I don't give a u can't buy my tape in k-mart
me a choice between soundin like an ass wipe
Or sittin in an smokin crack from a glass pipe
I'd be as skinny as a with the aids plague
But still I'd look better than a puppet tryin to get
Now check the rhyme as I climb and I co get
And send ya runnin' playin' pussy shaggy and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong dude to fuck my mouth is mental
And I'm a tear shit up like 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 product of a girl top in her class
You're a product of a who was sellin that ass
And styles in the past it's old and dusty
So now on I'm callin u m.c. crusty
to face me u must be blitzed or blasted
So now I'm drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya they might stare
'cause I got more rhymes than donahue's got hair
An yo won't you please be a friend
And your mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick her up at 10