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
With a quarter or a blow get low we see
No tag, no license, trunk loaded 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 stop wit me
I'm gonna pull 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 worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars
We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when see us on the block
in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just 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 spot
I'm rubber, fuck 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 am I s'posed to go, hey

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

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

Thats right, monster sittin' on the 28s
It sound a stadium, you would of thought the Braves played
The engine running 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 am I s'posed to go, hey

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

I got the vitamins, make a freak 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 gave me

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

Ten falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen 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 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