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 quarter or a get low than we see
No tag, no license, trunk loaded D
Ridin' 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 superstars, couple Chevy's pullin' hard
Thousand worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars
We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when they see us on the
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 a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, dead 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 daddy, pull up on some hoes from old Natty
I I'm Pimp Squad ho what's happenin'
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy
I said I do it to make the pussy

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

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

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

I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all
Hos know, killers on the west earn stripes
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. stayed up the from me
Just I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef wit me
Half never a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten screens falling, my watch it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my 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