Luyện nghe bài hát The Bank

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Ripping and running, I'm gripping the gun and you snitches get done and get hit your
Distributed dozens of bricks and the butters, I 'em and end up as rich as a Drummond
Shoving the pedal its touching the metal the blood of a rebel, adrenaline
Too stubborn to settle for hustling for pebbles. You stuck on level I've risen above it
light and dry rotten, cock suckers, cock blocking 'cause my image is rugged
My limit is greater, my dennir get catered, when a waiter I give him a 100
La'copping, high riding, with red in our eyes driving, all my niggas is
cocking, shots popping, non-stopping, cops watching while I'm ripping the summons
2 to run fast, I school 'em in class, the math- give 'em the numbers
? Dolce, my convertible??, I'm such a monster my grandfather live in a dungeon
Damn career & industry! I'm famous for smacking a man, kissing women
Like Leonidas his fathers, we are taking everything from 'em but giving 'em nothing
Mask on my face ain't no Halloween! y'all live on the throne, if I'm not the King...
Bullets; iron and blow off a lot of
Turn you a vegetable collard greens
Bet that, none of realer than our team
Cause we spitting that crack that the fiends
Life is a gamble dice I dismantle, head crack and we taking a lot of cream
out...
(00:55):
Blow 'em! Shake 'em! 'em! Haaa! (8 times)
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Snake eyes; I'ma take mine. you gon' die bitch
Throw a pound cake, I'm taking cake. Roll a 4 or better, I'm getting all the cheddar
Throw a tre-C, you gon' hate me. She gon' you, give you rabbies
Beat the deuce twice, live the goon life, If I ace out, pull the out!
Straight innovator got greater and greater I'm the ways?? of the late Entertainer
Debating with haters; if you debating on making this paper then save it for later
Strong rhymes in the archives on my hard drives cause I'm the data
Sayers hating on my bread making, I'm got my lady in labor
the razor I'm blazing a traitor you 'traiting and you should be facing your maker
Hard times on the dark side of apartheid but I came here to us
Dawg's died, mom's cried, but I'm rise, didn't I say I'm the savior!
You horrified! Born to ride, purified. guys, invading the majors
Strong ties the mob wives. I'm a shooter who shoots like he straight off the Lakers
Y'all guys should apologize for false lines, imitating a gangster
I'm a tell you like they said in Sugar Hill, this is the flavor we sell your neighbor
Rebels who putting the to metal the level you devils will say and ?? behavior??
Back to back throw a head crack 10 stacks into 10 racks
6 trip's cello dead that, nigga said they nice but they whack
Taking all bets y'all that! Infrared Mack leave him head tapped
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle head crack and we the bread back
out...
(02:12):
Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)