Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Workout Ii

I Been since the old days tims and gold caps
now im in oj simpson
you all was where my ass been
probally vacatin in south beach gettin like ass
breathin gas i can let the tech pound ur ego
lock you in the closet with the westnile
the press crowd the people espicially heavily shittin any tom dick or gregory
nigga you be strappin
want you dead if you rappin
iam tryin to cave head in you backin
iam gettin bread and
and attractin the fan base of females and emails and to fax in
in vegas a toaster n a blunt
and the hotel i checked in got a roller in the front
poster when i stunt the sammy sosa of the month
better yet the whole seas and nigga iam still breathin even though my dollars are
i rap for the thats to poor to waste eggs on halloween
iam gettin clean
my habits are good collectin all the i could
slidin from the box to conceal extortion
and a good silencer to it sound like the wheel of fortune
all this careless cause im travelin and flossin
a good time and u havin a abortion
you sucker for love married and divorced than
you cant even afford the batteries 4 ur
man im out the hood burnin cali weed on slauson when set can turn to tragedys and coffins
i mean what im sayin you iam sprayin ur team isnt playin
on the sofa and and prayin sayin
gunit niggas be rollin crazy holdin 80s older ladies cause they starin at he gold mercedes
since 50 hooked up shady
now tryin to brook up to pay me
if u think iam shook up u crazy
the boy two ninas
out a bag big enough to fit in vaccum cleaners
i wear a when i blaze a fatty,
i aint ur baby daddy, u
now he tryin to grab me out that caddie, i aint ur avy,
was a rollin stone,
stockin up the home,
pocket full of chrome,
drop n get a a dome,
i ur motive homes,
u mad im fuckin half ur motorolla phone,
im with the wemon im good wit my words, alota,
niggas is hatin on what i im hotta,
front if u end up on the curb in ur prada,
and ur mans runnin come,
another day another dollar on the low from the
i can have a six in my shower, mother fucka!