Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and cheddar
G-Unit move around wit pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's to me or I gotta grab it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly
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 cowards
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip when I call a like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya
But and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin to
and leave wit 12 shells in ya like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mat
yer is a grey acura
these record labels got artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha burgandy, White T, burgandy
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I send cars to your 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 supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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