Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

I never used to snore in my sleep this rap shit started
Warm thoughts the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's so fast
But being broke with no is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white with ass
And y'all praying I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip
All these rappers wanna know I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a Blow it out ya ass!
See in just six months I the system
If you find somebody better, then I'm I missed 'em
Niggas hate giving me props I might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! 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, punk wish me
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 three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

It's time to saddle up the cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm a few albums from filling your disc changer
If you ever think of stopping me, it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and tall
Next year I'm looking buying Greenbriar Mall
You probably own a lot of property! it out ya ass!
C'mon and take a look, got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowing Niagara Falls
We all Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation, it out ya ass!
out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve
You mad I'm a thief and got a way with words
I'ma start my own beverage, calm your nerves
the New Generation, 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!

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 after your wishes, blow it out ya ass!

My black people me love when I'm up on the block
And Latinos always waiting for my to drop
White love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fucking rock!"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? it out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma scream
It's hard, other are softer than ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, right? it out ya ass!
Now throwing up A's, and I'm lighting up L's
Around the globe getting paid, you home yo' nails
DTP, the only label that fighting ourselves
We probably on your nerves, huh? Blow it out ya ass!
I been eating and getting fat while y'all dying of
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, wish me wrong
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, wish me home
And if you mad I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after three wishes, blow it out ya ass!