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, more and more cheddar
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we start these cowards
we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
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 Master P
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops to cuff us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the 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 part of yo
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 last rapper to scare since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move 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 just find out what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mat
yer advance is a grey
these record got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a
I'm goin down in history nigga, to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya clean, tec's polished in the drawer
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' to murder me
Burglary, were wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgandy
you now, back down
niggas love to you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different
in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be glad to ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

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