Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

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Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is gon' leave you smoked
So the thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and wit reefer
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy
I the rocks botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than
Run, startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be my braids
We just out what club they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a grey
these record labels got most artists fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the that mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' to murder me
Burglary, leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgandy
you now, back down
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the wit weed smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
We ain't rich, but we be glad to ya
I send to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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