Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

I never used to snore in my 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the and cold-hearted
Your paycheck, you burp it and then fart it
And y'all I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just a of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in I get green
In I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, a discount? Blow it out ya ass!
See in just six months I infiltrated the
If you somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed 'em
Niggas hate me props cause I might use it against them
C'mon, get out! Blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me
If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk me wrong
But after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!

It's to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't to strangers
I'm just a few albums filling your disc changer
If you ever of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a by nature but criminal by law
Any set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
Next year I'm looking into buying Mall
You probably own a lot of property! it out ya ass!
C'mon and a look, he's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowing like Niagara
We all know Jesus and Ludacris withdraws
I'm to go on vacation, blow it out ya ass!
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma you a curve
You mad cause I'm a thief and got a way with
I'ma my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
Pepsi's the New Generation, it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me
If you mad I'm on the road, then me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me
But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me
But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

My black people show me love I'm up on the block
And Latinos always waiting for my CD's to
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you rock!"
Yo' are my fans, right? Blow it out ya ass!
So my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' might scream
It's hard, other albums are than ice cream
Yo' are my scans, right? Blow it out ya ass!
Now Luda's throwing up A's, and I'm up L's
the globe getting paid, you home biting yo' nails
DTP, the only label that practice ourselves
We getting on your nerves, huh? Blow it out ya ass!
I been and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's
You over 6 million served, huh? it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me
If you mad I'm on the road, then me home
And if you mad I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me
And if you mad that I'm right, wish me wrong
But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!