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

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

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

The hell I care about caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's
I'm burning rubber, the cops, another 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, pull up on 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 Taffy
I I do it to make the pussy happy

Let's get a room over on Virginia, step inside sweeter than
Ya airing for a little bender
Baby remember, make it quick
These kind of know 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 out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, all these hos wanna lick for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, beat pussy and you call me Ike

right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves
The engine running like Vick, the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know 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 where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, windows up, in the
Open up the console, that's I got my gun
Right next to that, get bag and roll another one

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

I was up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street 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
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to 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 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