Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You that 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 gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for cowrads
I got no friends, f**k of these cowards
pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as break ho's home from college wanna f**k us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll sick on you f**kas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy
I know the botherin ya vision
But reach and 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 green and red
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem dressed 'cause 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 pimp 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 on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a acura
these record labels got artists gettin 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 clean, tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a f**k, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha burgandy, White T, burgandy
you now, back down
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 from different
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I send cars to your 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 damn shame 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 momma said, I'm to tell you somethin.....
to you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthaf**ka, he ain't nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the f**kin
dirtbag