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 44 on the seat
a quarter or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, trunk with D
Fulton in D where we know it to be

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

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

The hell I care gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at 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 where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

I'm Cadillac daddy, up on some hoes from old Natty
I said I'm Pimp 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, step inside than continue
Ya for a little fender bender
Baby just remember, make it
These kind of know me, I'm the shit

I'm in a bubble Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, blue blowing out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, all these hos wanna 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 of thought the Braves played
The engine running like Vick, with the on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you they in my hood

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 where am I to go, hey

Ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', less I'm out
Sittin' on the high life, up, in the clouds
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 fuck all night
Hos know, on the west side earn stripes
that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill
Swervin' off Church St. the God gave me skills

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

Ten screens falling, my Chevy watch it on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to my purple lean on me
Purple clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me
Waffle House Charger, yellow, 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