Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

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

If you mad I'm on top, then 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 after your three wishes, 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, wish me wrong
But after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!

time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc
If you ever of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by but criminal by law
Any charges set me, chunk it up and stand tall
Next year I'm looking buying Greenbriar Mall
You own a lot of property! Blow it out ya ass!
C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic
Plus his money flowing like Niagara Falls
We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris
I'm to go on vacation, blow it out ya ass!
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, throw you a curve
You mad cause I'm a and got a way with words
I'ma start my own beverage, it'll your nerves
the New Generation, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, wish 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 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 I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!

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

If you mad I'm on top, then me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then 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 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 your wishes, blow it out ya ass!