Luyện nghe bài hát The Bank

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Ripping and running, I'm gripping the gun and you get done and get hit your stomachs
Distributed dozens of bricks and the butters, I flip 'em and end up as rich as a
the pedal its touching the metal the blood of a rebel, adrenaline rushing
Too stubborn to settle for hustling for pebbles. You stuck on that 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 tipping a I give him a 100
La'copping, riding, with red in our eyes driving, all my niggas is blunted
Glocks cocking, shots popping, non-stopping, cops watching while I'm the summons
2 to run fast, I 'em in class, producing the math- give 'em the numbers
? Dolce Dolce, my convertible??, I'm a monster my grandfather live in a dungeon
Damn this career & industry! I'm for smacking a man, kissing women
Like Leonidas told his fathers, we are taking everything 'em but giving 'em nothing
Mask on my face ain't no Halloween! While live 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 realer than our team
Cause we spitting that crack that the fiends
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle, head crack and we a lot of cream
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(00:55):
Blow 'em! Shake 'em! 'em! Haaa! (8 times)
2 (01:16):
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 all the cheddar
Throw a tre-C, you gon' hate me. She gon' burn you, you rabbies
Beat the twice, live the goon life, If I ace out, pull the thang out!
Straight innovator got greater and greater I'm raising the ways?? of the late
Debating with haters; if you ain't debating on making paper then save it for later
Strong rhymes in the archives on my hard cause I'm saving the data
Sayers hating on my making, I'm impregnating got my lady in labor
Raising the razor I'm blazing a you 'traiting and you should be facing your maker
Hard times on the dark side of but I came here to save 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. Corner guys, the majors
Strong ties like the mob wives. I'm a shooter who shoots like he straight off the
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 that we sell neighbor
Rebels who putting the pedal to metal the level you 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 dead whack
Taking all y'all said that! Infrared Mack leave him head tapped
Life is a gamble with I dismantle head crack and we taking the bread back
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(02:12):
Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)