Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit around wit them pounds and berreta's
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 know that I'm, 8 levels above you
I'll club you nigga, I never of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for cowrads
I got no friends, f**k most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

Banks]
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 stash the
This shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We through 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 rottweiler's on you f**kas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks 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 flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got long but if I did she be partin my braids
We find out what club they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a grey
these record labels got most 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 ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the that mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f**k, you gon' have to me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T,
you now, back down
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes different years
in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
We rich, but we be glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your 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 fries
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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