Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

Malice found religion, found prison
Im just find my way out this fucking kitchen
A birds eye view got me my vision
Turn one to two now my got a sibling
knows best, wash my hands all's forgiven
We up dust like the colosseum floors
Walls full of safes like they mausoleum
Pussy wet like she walking through my morgue
Grants, Jacksons, no room for
Yeh, the of Gods in you muthafuckas
art imitate my life
Your Star Hip Hop fame based off imitation white
Eliminate the gold and imitation ice
My for your soul, inspiration for your life
Every I made in this life wasn't disastrous
Help my young bitch see my way through the
Sent my old right back to get her Masters
Same graduation I was clapping in the
The truth everytime its revealed
What goes around comes around, this is life's wheel
Grab and reverse the steering wheel
As I parrallel park, Derby on the grill
The fact that Im lets me know God is great
Ten year marathon of me concentrate
rappers talk crowns but Id rather talk fear
Villain like Candyman, say my and Ill appear
No weapon formed me shall prosper
matata, feet up sipping java
Strolling up the totem poll, my only problem?
Scrolling through my Rolodex, who bear my toddler
So many hands raised as the band
Im here now, watch how many nigga's change
First class flights, Ciroc nights
Waking up to models, a motherfuckin life