Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Me

A bottle of got my manager grinnin'
Yeah that's me that keeps the spinnin'
I'm countin cards and I on winnin'
I God hates me 'cause I'm always sinnin'
U know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
You'll get your ass blown out fuckin with the kid
up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
Tearin thru your town like fuckin clint eastwood
'cause I be fakin the rhymes 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 can't buy my tape in
Give me a between soundin like an ass wipe
Or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass
I'd be as skinny as a with the aids plague
But still I'd look better than a puppet to get paid
Now check the rhyme as I and I co get rude
And send ya runnin' playin' pussy like and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong dude to with my mouth is mental
And I'm a tear shit up like did in south 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 product of a girl top in her class
a product of a hooker who was sellin that ass
And your 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 drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya people they might
I got more rhymes than donahue's got white hair
An yo won't you please be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna fuck and pick her up at 10