Luyện nghe bài hát Blow My Mind

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

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