Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

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Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's to me or I gotta grab it
make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 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 now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, f**k most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

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 the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
as spring break ho's home from college wanna f**k us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick on you f**kas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the botherin ya vision
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 handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
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 record labels got most artists gettin 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 that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f**k, you gon' have to me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha burgandy, White T, burgandy
you now, back down
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to
you ain't gettin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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