Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

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Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm as ever, more 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 handed to me or I grab it
Don't make a ass yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you
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 cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
pop shit 'till 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 bitch like she 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 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 dollars to discuss this, whole 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 ain't bulbary
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I the rocks botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a
I'm in the gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare 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 in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mat
yer advance is a grey
these record labels got most artists fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
I keep ya clean, tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgandy
you now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you 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 crib like I'm a cab
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

[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 I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin
fuckin