Luyện nghe bài hát Blow My Mind

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

Banks bout to like crushed grapes
I give a fuck wait but bring my cut late and its duct tape
My colder than upstate
So I ain't got time for gimme a slut date
I'm far from sweet but get enough cake
Nigga I put you on yo ass like tough
you be rich if you could spend babys
I disrespect niggas, call men
Where I'm the guns 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 honest it ain't no
I don't even eat in restaurants if it ain't no fries
I throw combos - six, fours, and
Don't put ya out, if it four or five
rap niggas following me like tour guides
Talkin gangsta, like they got lives
I pound out pussy leave 'em wit sore
Nigga I been fuckin wit before eyes
You see me in the shit the store hides
I don't care I niggas wit four eyes
bar takes away a little more pride
I got somethin for big small and tall
We might up in big small or tall rides
Might pull up and put a bullet in your
Niggas want it wit Banks even the tried
I put something in ya gut through ya slide
a tux, i never fall in love with them clothes
I'm ghetto, bubble gum souls
I done seen girls turn to double hoes
they get pregnant, another one grows
Haters must wanna see a gun blow
Get at me the kid the number one flow
If its than one hoe, sit back and blow me
And argue over my balls Shaq and Kobe
know me, relax twist back the droey
Yak and moey, fuck around and yap ya
Yall don't want problems so you give me dap to me
Nuttin but cop runnin wit Axel Foley
Yall aint got no aim sloppy sprayers
Hittin up the wall 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 puppy
Always wanna fuck me now cuz hear my name like they puffy trial
That nigga got a bad temper he foul
Blowin dro hand picked from a spout