Luyện nghe bài hát Blast

Aww shit!

Kid Rock back in motherfucking house
the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from these shotgun
Feel the effects of my blast
People dying from these blasts

'Cause I'm rippin', flippin', crippin', like a real one
So if rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug
'Cause go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin' duty
'Cause all these corney, phony now a days don't move me

So I'm a show it proof G, so waves
I got a time pay, start to dig graves
Because I'm buryin' emcees and sharin' their
Now you hoes are carrying my babies

Grab me it hurt no one
A broken home always someone
me it never hurt no one
I saw get shot, don't sell guns

And still I rip it, flip it, grip it a real one does
Rockin', shockin' on the stage, with a hell a buzz
From a of ol' Jimmy Beam
We fryin' emcees up just like motherfucking Jimmy Dean

Sausage pattys, and smoking like it's no thing
Drinkin' more Colt's the 45 king
Swingin' emcees a cow hands rope
And if the guns too loud, oh boy, I'm slittin' throats

'Cause that's the way I like to do Holmes
Every time I get my on
that's the way I like to do shit Holmes
I never in one spot, I was born to roam

Feel like I got bank but it's not friend
I want more bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend
So if ya some cheep slut, then speak up
Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, 'cause I'm a fuck

Feel the of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from shotgun blasts
Feel the of my shotgun blast
People dying from shotgun blasts