Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

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Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
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 around

Banks]
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough 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 ho's home from college wanna us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya
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 Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles pathmark
Run, move to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out club they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a acura
these record labels got most gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a
I'm down in history 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, flashy as a fuck, you gon' to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha burgandy, White T, burgandy
you match now, back
niggas love to you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing
heavy when I toke, C notes from different
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, for a coupe to drive
you gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a million dollar studio my vocals

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