Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Workout Ii

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