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 get low than we see
No tag, no license, loaded with D
Fulton in D where we know it to be

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

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, Chevy's pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rock
puttin' fear 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' by 12 o'clock
Back in the with the same bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, 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 where am I 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 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 over on Virginia, inside sweeter than continue
Ya airing for a fender bender
just remember, make it quick
These niggas kind of know me, I'm the

I'm in a kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tail
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 ride on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of thought the played
The engine running like Vick, with the Falcons on the
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know 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

no tellin' where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, windows up, in the
Open up the console, where I got my gun
Right to that, get that bag and roll another one

I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all
Hos know, killers on the west earn stripes
Make money 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 back in '83, T.I. stayed up the from me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, having beef wit me
never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten falling, my Chevy watch 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 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