Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't make a ass outta yaself to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
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 on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

Banks]
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch 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 break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick 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 before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You the channel looks like 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 wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more than pathmark
Run, startin to raid
and wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We find out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mat
yer is a grey acura
these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
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, White T,
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I cars to your 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 y'all still local
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo 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 yaself a beer, get on the curb
dirtbag