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 gon' it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I grab it
make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only thing left now is toast for cowrads
I got no friends, f**k of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

Banks]
I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a like she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
Soon as spring break ho's from college wanna f**k us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f**kas, cops followin to us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks ya vision
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 last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than
Run, move to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the young pimp 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 acura
these record labels got most artists gettin 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 in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f**k, you have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T,
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 I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I send cars to crib 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 y'all local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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