Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

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

Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, 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 head like its part of yo
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more than pathmark
Run, startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth 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 find out club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway mat
yer is a grey acura
these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, T, burgandy
you now, back down
niggas love to you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the wit weed smoke and fishing gear
when I toke, C notes 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 crib like I'm a cab
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 shame still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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