Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as 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 have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't make a ass yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly
I'm the wrong one to
You on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip when I call a bitch she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We through the ruckus, wit prada 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, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya
But reach and put a dot on ya head like its part 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 and red straps
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move to raid
and leave wit 12 in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a acura
record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper 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 match now, back
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing
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 send to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a to drive
you gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
a damn 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 well I ain't lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get a beer, get on the fuckin curb
fuckin