Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan we might 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 it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only left now is toast for these 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 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 long enough to the streetsweeper
shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as break ho's home from college wanna f**k us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
sick rottweiler's on you f**kas, cops followin to cuff 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 a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I know the botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
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 since Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more 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 don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
We just find out club they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a acura
record labels got most artists gettin f**ked like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a
I'm goin in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the
Camera's by the hamper that mine the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f**k, you gon' to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, T, burgandy
you match now, back
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
We ain't rich, but we be glad to 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 nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

[50
Still in the nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you f**kin be there for the rest of yo muthaf**kin 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