Luyện nghe bài hát The Bank

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Ripping and running, I'm gripping the gun and you snitches get and get hit your stomachs
Distributed of bricks and the butters, I flip 'em and end up as rich as a Drummond
Shoving the pedal its touching the the blood of a rebel, adrenaline rushing
Too stubborn to for hustling for pebbles. You stuck on that level I've risen above it
Stop light and dry rotten, cock suckers, cock blocking 'cause my image is
My limit is greater, my dennir get catered, when a waiter I give him a 100
La'copping, high riding, with red in our driving, all my niggas is blunted
Glocks cocking, shots popping, non-stopping, watching while I'm ripping the summons
2 to run fast, I school 'em in class, the math- give 'em the numbers
? Dolce Dolce, my convertible??, I'm such a monster my live in a dungeon
Damn this career & industry! I'm for smacking a man, kissing women
Like told his fathers, we are taking everything from 'em but giving 'em nothing
Mask on my face ain't no Halloween! While live on the throne, if I'm not the King...
iron and blow off a lot of steam
Turn you a vegetable collard greens
Bet that, none of them realer our team
Cause we spitting that crack that the fiends
Life is a with dice I dismantle, head crack and we taking a lot of cream
out...
(00:55):
Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)
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Snake eyes; I'ma mine. 4-5-6; you gon' die bitch
Throw a pound cake, I'm taking wild cake. a 4 or better, I'm getting all the cheddar
Throw a tre-C, you gon' hate me. She gon' burn you, 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 raising the ways?? of the late
with haters; if you ain't debating on making this paper then save it for later
Strong rhymes in the archives on my hard drives cause I'm saving the
Sayers hating on my bread making, I'm got my lady in labor
Raising the razor I'm a traitor you 'traiting and you should be facing your maker
Hard times on the dark side of apartheid but I came to save us
Dawg's died, mom's cried, but I'm rise, didn't I say I'm the savior!
You horrified! to ride, purified. Corner guys, invading the majors
Strong ties like the mob wives. I'm a shooter who like he straight off the Lakers
Y'all guys apologize for them false lines, imitating a gangster
I'm a tell you like they in Sugar Hill, this is the flavor that we sell your neighbor
Rebels who the pedal 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, said they nice but they dead whack
Taking all y'all said that! Infrared Mack leave him head tapped
Life is a gamble with dice I head crack and we taking the bread back
out...
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Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)