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 ridin' in a Chevy 44 on the
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 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 over in born home my and B
And they gon' hide me in they home while they for me

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

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12
in the spot with the same bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at 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 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

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

Let's get a room over on Virginia, step inside than continue
Ya airing for a fender bender
Baby just remember, it quick
These niggas kind of me, I'm the shit

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

right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound a stadium, you would of thought the Braves played
The engine like Vick, with 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 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 roll one

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

I was born up in Bankhead, remember me
Way in '83, T.I. stayed up the street from me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, 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 linen clean on me, the 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 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