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 high as ever, more hoes and more
G-Unit move around wit 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 above you nigga
club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on is only gon' leave you smoked
So the thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, f**k most of cowards
They pop shit 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 enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
as spring break ho's home from college wanna f**k us
I ain't here to 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 before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy
I know the rocks ya vision
But and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, startin to raid
and leave wit 12 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 grey
these record labels got most artists gettin f**ked like the gay
i go to on a tour
I'm down 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 the floor
by now, you heard 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 match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but love you you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
We rich, but we be glad to snatch ya
I send to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries
a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

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