Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

I never used to snore in my sleep 'til rap shit started
Warm thoughts the hot-headed 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 life's so fast
But broke with no food is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new like 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 these rappers know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a Blow it out ya ass!
See in just six months I infiltrated the
If you find somebody better, then I'm I missed 'em
Niggas hate giving me props cause I might use it against
C'mon, get Ludacris out! 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!

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 me wrong
But your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc
If you think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and tall
Next year I'm looking buying Greenbriar Mall
You own a lot of property! Blow it out ya ass!
and take a look, he's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowing like Falls
We all know saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm to go on vacation, blow it out ya ass!
Shout out to O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve
You mad cause I'm a thief and got a way words
I'ma start my own beverage, calm your nerves
Pepsi's the New Generation, it out ya ass!

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

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