Luyện nghe bài hát Bankhead

nigga, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

See me ridin' in a Chevy 44 on the
With a quarter or a get low than we see
No tag, no license, loaded with D
Fulton in D where we know it to be

They us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be fuckin' wit me
If don't want to die tonight, they best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna pull in born home my cousin and B
And they gon' hide me in they home they looking for me

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy's hard
Thousand dollars worth of in the trap with rock stars
We're puttin' in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block
in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just because

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, dead on my block, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

I'm Cadillac daddy, pull up on some hoes old Natty
I I'm Pimp Squad ho what's happenin'
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy
I I do it to make the pussy happy

Let's get a room over on Virginia, inside sweeter than continue
Ya airing for a little fender
Baby just remember, make it
These niggas kind of me, I'm the shit

I'm in a kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the pipe
Tail pipe, that's all these hos lick for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, beat that and you call me Ike

Thats right, ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of the Braves played
The running like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, you know they in my hood

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

no tellin' where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, windows up, in the
Open up the console, where I got my gun
Right next to that, get that bag and roll one

I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all
Hos know, on the west side earn stripes
Make that money bright, just look at my piece and my grill
off Church St. the pimp God gave me skills

I was up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Way back in '83, T.I. up the street from me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, having beef wit me
Half never seen a G in a cap in my V

Ten screens falling, my Chevy it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole 3 on me
Waffle Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey