Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
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 have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I grab it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' you smoked
So the only thing now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start 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 a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as spring break home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy
I the rocks botherin ya vision
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 'cause Bush flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
We just out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a grey
these record got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the
Camera's by the that mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, T, burgandy
you match now, back
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
We rich, but we be glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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