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 dozens of bricks and the butters, I flip 'em and end up as as a Drummond
Shoving the pedal its touching the metal the blood of a rebel, adrenaline
Too stubborn to settle for for pebbles. You stuck on that level I've risen above it
Stop and dry rotten, cock suckers, cock blocking 'cause my image is rugged
My limit is greater, my get catered, when tipping a waiter I give him a 100
La'copping, high riding, with red in our eyes driving, all my niggas is
Glocks cocking, shots popping, non-stopping, cops while I'm ripping the summons
2 to run fast, I school 'em in class, producing the give 'em the numbers
? Dolce Dolce, my convertible??, I'm such a monster my 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! While y'all on the throne, if I'm not the King...
Bullets; iron and off a lot of steam
Turn you a vegetable collard greens
Bet that, none of them realer our team
Cause we spitting that that supply the fiends
Life is a with dice I dismantle, head crack and we taking a lot of cream
out...
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Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)
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Snake eyes; I'ma take mine. 4-5-6; you gon' die
Throw a pound cake, I'm taking wild cake. Roll a 4 or better, I'm getting all the
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, the thang out!
Straight got greater and greater I'm raising the ways?? of the late Entertainer
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 the data
Sayers hating on my bread making, I'm impregnating got my lady in
Raising the razor I'm blazing a 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! to ride, purified. Corner guys, invading the majors
Strong like the mob wives. I'm a shooter who shoots like he straight off the Lakers
Y'all guys apologize for them false lines, imitating a gangster
I'm a tell you like they said in Sugar Hill, this is the flavor that we sell your
Rebels who putting the to metal the level you devils will say and ?? behavior??
Back to back throw a head crack turning 10 stacks 10 racks
6 cello dead that, nigga said they nice but they dead whack
Taking all bets y'all said that! Mack leave him head tapped
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle head and we taking the bread back
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Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)