Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip when I call a like she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
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, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy
I know the botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm a 10 'cause 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 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 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
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a acura
these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay
i go to on a tour
I'm goin in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgandy
you match now, down
niggas love to you, but love you when you disappear
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 send cars to 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 supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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