Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit around wit them pounds and berreta's
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 tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
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 wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and wit reefer
And who flip when I call a 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 the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college fuck us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
We just find out club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway mat
yer is a grey acura
these labels got most artists gettin fucked like 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 polished in the
Camera's by the hamper that into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, T, burgandy
you now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
catch me on the wit weed smoke and fishing gear
heavy I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
We ain't rich, but we be glad to 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 but ya french fries supersized
it's a shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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