Luyện nghe bài hát Bankhead

nigga, 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 where am I 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, loaded 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, best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna pull over in born home my and B
And they gon' hide me in they home while looking for me

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

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb serving
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's
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 where am I to go, hey

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

get a room over on Virginia, step inside sweeter than continue
Ya airing for a little bender
Baby just remember, make it
niggas 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, fire blowing out the tail pipe
pipe, that's all these hos wanna lick for the night
I 'em like Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike

right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of the Braves played
The engine running like Vick, with the Falcons on the
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 where am I to go, hey

Ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', less I'm out
on the high life, windows up, in the clouds
Open up the console, where I got my gun
Right next to that, get that bag and another one

I got the vitamins, make a freak all night
Hos know, killers on the side earn stripes
Make money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill
Swervin' off St. the pimp God gave me skills

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

Ten screens falling, my watch it lean on me
down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me
Purple clean on me, the whole zone 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 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