Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

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Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan then we might as die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit pounds 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 yaself tryin to me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' you smoked
So the only thing left now is for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

Banks]
I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I 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 looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head its part of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a in a prison
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin to
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what club 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 the gay rappa'
i go to college on a
I'm goin down in history nigga, to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T,
you now, back down
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit 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 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 gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

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