Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Me

A bottle of got my manager grinnin'
Yeah 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 just the same way a could
Tearin thru your town muther fuckin clint eastwood
'cause I be the rhymes that keep ya shakin'
Makin a lotta money but don't let me be
I never thought about climbin up the pop
And I don't give a fuck u buy my tape in k-mart
Give me a choice between soundin 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 tryin to get paid
Now the rhyme as I climb and I co get rude
And send ya runnin' playin' pussy like shaggy and
'cause I'm the dude to fuck with my mouth is mental
And I'm a tear shit up like they did in south
Son of a I'm the son of a bitch
Nobody ever loved u so the son of a dick
I'm a product of a young girl top in her
You're a of a hooker who was sellin that 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 drop ya like a hit of acid
And I rip ya people they might stare
I got more rhymes than donahue's got white hair
An yo buck you please be a friend
And tell mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick her up at 10