Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Genius

Man, a new Rolls Royce hit the Popeyes
I had to tell my driver guide you
See my life thru a
Some people that
But I its kinda scary
I'm somethin like a sailboat baby jus tryna away
And you can tell I'm never comin after today
I bundle up for the air
Even though its cold and yo i still wear white Nike Airs
I cop like 4
It reminds me of Michigan and Jobear
I hit the night I'm el presidentay
Don't wanna be up in the kizer yo
And I rush outta town Picasso I rap pain
A picture yo
Then I come right
Then I embrace my criminal mind, a kind
Heres your chance if you see a criminal
Cuz my style is real yo with the Pun set
A lotta Tuxedos before I jet
I like in the nighttime
MGA a clock man its fight time
Man this the life of a blind
And even though I can see let me tell you what I is
I'm so blind by things
Yeah sometimes I dont see whats in front of me
ya heard right
I hit the night
And shake the whole scene up like a of dice
I tell the thats too much ice
And she overchargin on the price
I freestyle
I dont lance
I paced out
I say pay
I know homies that in the weight class
But it was pushin weight they all passed at
And when i gamble catch me on a bad day
Like when the warriors had lost the other day
You send me to a
I
You its all good
I lets bet
I think of Khan at the crack of
And I hit my closet for a new sean John
Im in the middle of a pack
I put vocals in the 'lac
Yo my is like jet black
Man its the of a blind soul
Its like a hustla sell you fake gold
Or like a man who aint never faithful
Or talk down on a ?? when he hos
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I hit my court date smellin like weed
I had a fat knot in my blue jeans
You might have to pray for me I hit Vegas because my mind is wrapped up in the latest and the greatest
My afrodesiach is the
Never to play us or us
And everyone that know me homie I gotta shopping fetish
If you think Im you somethin you best forget it
Backwards like benjamin
Or superbad like McLovin
Hotter the oven
that boils the crack
And When it to rap
I'm like a spoiled
And you can catch me some days, oiled back
And countin on somethin thats a royal
At the tuxedo party in black
They had barbeque I said foil
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