Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't alive 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 them pounds and
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
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 rattin on niggas is only leave you smoked
So the only thing now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I the rocks botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head 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 vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the young pardon my age
I got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what club at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a acura
record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, to Wallace and Shakur
I ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, T, burgandy
you match now, back
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing
when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be glad to ya
I cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries
it's a shame y'all still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

[50
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 encourage you, somethin
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curb
fuckin