Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and wit reefer
And who when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's 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 aero
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles pathmark
Run, startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a 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 club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mat
yer is a grey acura
these record got most artists gettin f**ked like the gay rappa'
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, 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 heard of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a f**k, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, T, burgandy
you match now, down
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy I toke, C notes from different years
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 off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin
you gon' be there for the rest of yo muthaf**kin life
and yo said, I'm supposed 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
f**kin