Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Genius

Man, a new Rolls Royce hit the drive-thru
I had to tell my driver I'll you
See my thru a BlackBerry
Some like that
But I think its scary
I'm somethin a sailboat baby jus tryna sail away
And you can tell I'm never comin back today
I up for the night air
Even though its and dark yo i still wear white Nike Airs
I cop 4 pairs
It reminds me of Michigan and Jobear
I hit the like I'm el presidentay
Don't wanna be up in the kizer yo
And I rush outta town Picasso I rap pain
A perfect yo
Then I come back
Then I my criminal mind, a criminal kind
Heres your chance if you see a criminal
Cuz my style is real yo with the Pun set
A Tuxedos before I gotta jet
I breakfast in the nighttime
MGA a clock man its fight time
Man this the of a blind genius
And though I can see let me tell you what I mean is
I'm so by material things
Yeah I dont see whats in front of me mane
ya heard right
I hit the life
And shake the scene up like a pair of dice
I tell the bartender thats too ice
And she on the hennessy price
I dont
I dont free
I paced out
I say pay
I know homies that passed in the weight
But it was pushin that they all passed at
And i gamble dont catch me on a bad day
Like when the warriors had just lost the day
You send me to a
I
You its all good
I said bet
I think of Khan at the crack of
And then I hit my for a new sean John
Im in the middle of a pack
I put in the burgandy 'lac
Yo my perm is like jet
Man its the of a blind soul
Its like a hustla tryna sell you gold
Or a married man who aint never faithful
Or down on a ?? when he break hos
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I hit my court date smellin like straight
Plus I had a fat knot in my jeans
You have to pray for me when I hit Vegas because my mind is wrapped up in the latest and the greatest
My afrodesiach is the
Never to us or delay us
And everyone that know me homie know I shopping fetish
If you think Im buyin you you best forget it
like benjamin button
Or superbad like McLovin
Hotter the oven
that boils the crack
And it comes to rap
I'm like a brat
And you can catch me some days, hair oiled
And countin on somethin a royal stack
At the tuxedo party in black
They had barbeque I foil that
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