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

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

Hey we the superstars, couple Chevy's pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap rock stars
puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block
Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, shots just because

The I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, her off at TIP's spot
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 some hoes old Natty
I I'm Pimp Squad ho what's happenin'
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Taffy
I said I do it to make the happy

Let's get a room on Virginia, step inside sweeter than continue
Ya for a little fender bender
just remember, make it quick
These niggas of know me, I'm the shit

I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it like
Hit the gas, fire blowing out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, that's all hos wanna lick for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, beat that 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, yeah you 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 am I s'posed to go, hey

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

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

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

Ten screens falling, my Chevy it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple 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 where am I to go, hey