Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan then we might as die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them 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 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 heard of you nigga, its ugly
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit 'till we start these cowards
we lay around 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 vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I blow a outta aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You changin the channel looks I'm playin the game 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 gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every morning's a fast
And aint problem gettin dressed 'cause 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 young pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be my braids
We just find out club they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer is a grey acura
record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a
I'm down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha burgandy, White T, burgandy
you match now, down
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed 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 cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you off wit ya stupid guys, lookin 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 million dollar layin my vocals

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