Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

Malice found religion, Tony found
Im just tryna find my way out fucking kitchen
A birds eye got me channelling my vision
one to two now my kilos got a sibling
Father knows best, wash my hands all's
We kicking up dust like the floors
Walls full of safes like they mausoleum
Pussy wet like she walking through my morgue
Grants, Jacksons, no room for
Yeh, the fear of in you muthafuckas
This art my life
Your World Star Hip Hop based off imitation white
Eliminate the fool's gold and ice
My for your soul, inspiration for your life
Every dime I in this life wasn't disastrous
Help my young bitch see my way through the
Sent my old bitch right to get her Masters
Same graduation I was clapping in the
The truth hurts everytime its
What goes around comes around, this is ferris wheel
Grab hold and the steering wheel
As I park, Kentucky Derby on the grill
The fact that Im free lets me know God is
Ten marathon of me selling concentrate
These talk crowns but Id rather talk fear
Villain like Candyman, say my name and Ill
No weapon formed against me shall
matata, feet up sipping java
Strolling up the totem poll, whats my only
Scrolling my Rolodex, who shall bear my toddler
So many hands raised as the band
Im now, watch how many nigga's plans change
class flights, Ciroc soaked nights
Waking up to models, what a motherfuckin