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 and the butters, I flip 'em and end up as rich as a Drummond
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 'cause my is rugged
My limit is greater, my dennir get catered, when tipping a 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, cops watching I'm ripping 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 famous for smacking a man, kissing
Like Leonidas told his fathers, we are 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; and blow off a lot of steam
Turn you into a collard greens
Bet that, none of them than our team
Cause we spitting that crack supply the fiends
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle, 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 mine. 4-5-6; you gon' die bitch
a pound cake, I'm taking wild cake. Roll a 4 or better, I'm getting all the cheddar
Throw a tre-C, you gon' me. She gon' burn you, give you rabbies
Beat the deuce twice, the goon life, If I ace out, pull the thang out!
Straight innovator got greater and I'm raising the ways?? of the late Entertainer
Debating with haters; if you ain't debating on making this then save it for later
Strong rhymes in the archives on my hard drives cause I'm the data
hating on my bread making, I'm impregnating got my lady in labor
Raising the razor I'm blazing a traitor you 'traiting and you should be facing your
Hard times on the dark of apartheid but I came here to save us
died, mom's cried, but I'm gon' 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 should apologize for them false lines, imitating a gangster
I'm a tell you like they said in Sugar Hill, this is the that we sell your neighbor
Rebels who putting the to metal the level you devils will say and ?? behavior??
Back to back throw a 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 gamble with dice I head crack and we taking the bread back
out...
(02:12):
Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)