Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' you smoked
So the only left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, f**k most of these
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip when I call a bitch she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to the streetsweeper
shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
as spring break ho's home from college wanna f**k us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
I'll rottweiler's on you f**kas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor
Besides, every ain't 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 rocks botherin ya
But and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin 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 morning's a fast
And there aint problem dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, startin to raid
and wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
We just find out what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mat
yer advance is a acura
these record labels got most artists gettin f**ked like the gay
i go to college on a
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
I keep ya clean, tec's polished in the drawer
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, as a f**k, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha burgandy, White T, burgandy
you now, back down
niggas love to you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the wit weed smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes different years
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio my vocals

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