Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, more and more cheddar
G-Unit move 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 gotta it
Don't make a ass outta tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' you smoked
So the thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, f**k most of these
They pop shit 'till we start approaching cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

Banks]
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is enough to stash the streetsweeper
shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college f**k us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f**kas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I the rocks botherin ya vision
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 wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 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 young pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
We find out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a grey
these record labels got most artists f**ked like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f**k, you gon' have to me
Burglary, were wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgandy
you now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
catch me on the wit weed smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
We rich, but we be glad to snatch ya
I cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

[50
Still in the nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' f**kin be for the rest of yo muthaf**kin life
and yo said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to you, somethin positive
aight I ain't gon' lie to you muthaf**ka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curb
dirtbag