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 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
Ridin' Fulton in D where we it to be

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

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

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12
Back in the with the same bomb serving 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, up on some hoes from old Natty
I said I'm Pimp Squad ho what's
Westside get them panties, snap, she 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 fender bender
Baby just remember, make it
These niggas of know me, I'm the shit

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

Thats right, monster ride on the 28s
It like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves played
The engine running like Vick, with the 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 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

Ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the life, windows 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 freak all night
Hos know, killers on the west 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. stayed up the 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 watch it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my lean on me
linen 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 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