Luyện nghe bài hát The Bank

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Ripping and running, I'm the gun and you snitches get done and get hit your stomachs
Distributed dozens of bricks and the butters, I flip 'em and end up as rich as a
Shoving the pedal its 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 my image is rugged
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 while I'm ripping the summons
2 to run fast, I school 'em in class, producing the math- give 'em the
? Dolce Dolce, my convertible??, I'm a monster my grandfather live in a dungeon
Damn this career & industry! I'm famous for smacking a man, kissing
Like Leonidas told his fathers, we are taking 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 off a lot of steam
Turn you into a collard greens
Bet that, none of them than our team
Cause we spitting that crack that supply the
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle, head crack and we a lot of cream
out...
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Blow 'em! Shake 'em! 'em! Haaa! (8 times)
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Snake I'ma take mine. 4-5-6; you gon' die bitch
Throw a pound cake, I'm taking wild cake. Roll a 4 or better, I'm getting all the
a tre-C, you gon' hate me. She gon' burn you, give you rabbies
Beat the deuce twice, live the 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 this paper then it for later
rhymes in the archives on my hard drives cause I'm saving the data
Sayers on my bread 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
times on the dark side of apartheid 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, invading the
Strong ties like the mob wives. I'm a shooter who shoots like he 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 the pedal to metal the level you devils will say and ?? behavior??
to back throw a head crack turning 10 stacks into 10 racks
6 trip's cello dead that, nigga said they nice but they whack
Taking all y'all said that! Infrared Mack leave him head tapped
Life is a with dice I dismantle head crack and we taking the bread back
out...
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Blow 'em! Shake 'em! 'em! Haaa! (8 times)