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 wonderin where my ass
probally vacatin in south beach head like ass
breathin gas i can let the tech pound ur ego
lock you in the closet the westnile mosquito
the press crowd the people espicially celebritys heavily any tom dick or gregory
nigga you better be
they you dead if you rappin
iam tryin to cave your head in you
iam gettin and relaxin
and attractin the fan base of females and emails and to fax in
in with a toaster n a blunt
and the i checked in got a roller coaster in the front
hollerin when i stunt the sammy sosa of the month
better yet the whole seas and iam still breathin even though my dollars are green
i rap for the kids thats to poor to waste eggs on
iam swallow clean
my habits are good collectin all the carrots i
slidin from the box to conceal extortion
and a good silencer to make it sound like the wheel of
all this careless cause im travelin and flossin
havin a good time and u havin a
you for love gettin married and divorced than
you cant even afford the batteries 4 ur
man im out the hood burnin cali weed on slauson when set trip can to tragedys and coffins
i mean what im sayin you schemin iam sprayin ur team playin
on the sofa screamin and and sayin
gunit be rollin crazy holdin 80s older ladies starin cause they starin at he gold mercedes
since 50 hooked up with
now they tryin to up to pay me
if u iam shook up u crazy baby
the boy two ninas
smokin out a bag big to fit in vaccum cleaners
i wear a glove i blaze a fatty,
i ur baby daddy, u flippin
now he to grab me out that navy caddie, i aint ur avy,
poppa was a stone,
stockin up the home,
pocket of loaded chrome,
drop n get a a dome,
i know ur homes,
u mad cause im fuckin half ur phone,
im swift with the wemon im 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 runnin ambulance come,
another day dollar on the low from the impala
i can a six some in my shower, mother fucka!