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, more and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
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 is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these
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 wit reefer
And who flip when I a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya
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 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 Mack
Now morning's 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 pimp my age
I got long 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 a subway mat
yer advance is a grey
these labels got most artists 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, 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 match now, back
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing
heavy when I toke, C notes different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
We rich, but we be glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a to drive
you ain't nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

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