Luyện nghe bài hát Blow My Mind

Ayo whassup you know who the fuck is
This the kid BANKS, ya me
The one fuckin draft pick in any hood..
G-G-G-UNIT!

Banks bout to bubble like grapes
I don't give a wait but bring my cut late and its duct tape
My hearts than upstate
So I ain't got time for relationships gimme a slut
I'm far from sweet but get enough cake
Nigga I put you on yo ass like tough
Bitch you be rich if you could spend
I disrespect niggas, call men
Where I'm from the sound like m-80s
Timbs all year, brown and gravy
Banks got a gun to back the navy
So if you owe me, get smacked and pay me
I'm it ain't no lies
Nigga I even eat in restaurants if it ain't no fries
I throw - six, fours, and fives
Don't put ya hand out, if it or five
These rap niggas following me tour guides
Talkin gangsta, like got more lives
I pound out leave 'em wit sore thighs
I been fuckin wit tits before eyes
You might see me in the the store hides
I don't care I punch niggas wit eyes
Every bar takes away a more pride
I got somethin for big small and guys
We might up in big small or tall rides
Might pull up and put a bullet in your
Niggas it wit Banks even the whores tried
I put something in ya gut ya doors slide
Fuck a tux, i never fall in love them clothes
I'm ghetto, bubble gum souls
I done girls turn to double dumb hoes
Then get pregnant, another one grows
Haters wanna see a brother gun blow
Get at me the kid with the number one
If its than one hoe, sit back and blow me
And argue my balls like Shaq and Kobe
know me, relax twist back the droey
Yak and moey, fuck and yap ya roley
Yall want problems so you give me dap to show me
but cop lovers runnin wit Axel Foley
Yall got no aim buncha sloppy sprayers
up the wall more than hockey players
Niggas, I was sweet, they jock me later
Get ya own shit why you copy hater
I'm a big dog you chow
Always fuck me now cuz they hear my name like they puffy trial
That nigga got a bad temper plus he
Blowin dro picked from a pluffy spout