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 hoes and cheddar
G-Unit move wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on 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 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 call a like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home 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 dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy
I know the botherin ya vision
But and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 Bush handin flyers 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 Craig
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin to
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mat
yer advance is a grey
these record labels got most artists f**ked like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the drawer
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, as a f**k, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, T, burgandy
you match now, back
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 from different
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
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 french supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' f**kin be there for the 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 curb
dirtbag