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 where am I to go, hey

See me in a Chevy 44 on the seat
With a quarter or a blow get low 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 they want to die tonight, they best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm pull over in born home my cousin and B
And gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me

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

The hell I about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
in the spot with the same bomb serving drops
I a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another 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 am I s'posed to go, hey

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

Let's get a room on Virginia, step inside sweeter than continue
Ya airing for a little bender
Baby just remember, it quick
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, fire blowing out the tail 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 thought the played
The engine running Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my

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

Ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, windows up, in the
up the console, that's where I got my gun
Right next to that, get that bag and roll one

I got the vitamins, make a freak all night
Hos know, killers on the west earn stripes
Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my
Swervin' off Church St. the pimp God 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, niggas beef wit me
Half seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

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