Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as die together
I'm high as ever, more and more cheddar
G-Unit around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm 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, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only thing left now is toast for these
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy
I know the botherin ya vision
But reach and put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin 'cause my closet 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 pimp my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
We just out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mat
yer advance is a grey
these record got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to on a tour
I'm down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's 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 burgandy, White T, burgandy
you now, back down
niggas to hate 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, for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries
it's a damn shame y'all still
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

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