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 and I keep on winnin'
I know God hates me I'm always sinnin'
U don't me blow me ho you wanna get hot
get your ass blown out fuckin with the kid rock
Eatin up ya suckers the same way a beast could
Tearin thru your town like muther clint eastwood
'cause I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya
Makin a lotta money but let me be mistaken
I thought about climbin up the pop chart
And I don't a fuck u can't buy my tape in k-mart
Give me a choice between soundin like an ass
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 tryin to get
Now check the rhyme as I climb and I co get
And send ya runnin' playin' like shaggy and scoob
'cause I'm the wrong dude to with my mouth is mental
And I'm a tear shit up they did in south central
Son of a I'm the son of a bitch
Nobody loved u so you're the son of a dick
I'm a of a young girl top in her class
You're a product of a who was sellin that ass
And your styles in the 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 I rip ya people they might stare
'cause I got more rhymes donahue's got white hair
An yo buck won't you be a friend
And tell mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick her up at 10