Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm high as ever, more and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you
I'll club you nigga, I heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' you smoked
So the only left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit 'till we start approaching cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

Banks]
I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen
Not all the vehicle's is enough to stash the streetsweeper
This can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks ya vision
But and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my got more aisles than pathmark
Run, startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a acura
these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay
i go to on a tour
I'm down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya clean, tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T,
you match now, down
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
We ain't rich, but we be glad to ya
I send cars to your like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to
you ain't nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the of yo muthafuckin life
and yo said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin
get a beer, get on the fuckin curb
fuckin