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 stomachs
Distributed of bricks and the butters, I flip 'em and end up as rich as a Drummond
Shoving the pedal its touching the metal the blood of a rebel, adrenaline
Too to settle for hustling for pebbles. You stuck on that level I've risen above it
light and dry rotten, cock suckers, cock blocking 'cause my image is rugged
My limit is greater, my dennir get catered, tipping 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, cops watching while I'm ripping the
2 to run fast, I school 'em in class, the math- give 'em the numbers
? Dolce Dolce, my convertible??, I'm such a my grandfather live in a dungeon
this career & industry! I'm famous for smacking a man, kissing women
Like Leonidas told his fathers, we are taking from 'em but giving 'em nothing
Mask on my ain't no Halloween! While y'all live on the throne, if I'm not the King...
Bullets; iron and off a lot of steam
Turn you into a vegetable collard
Bet that, none of them realer our team
we spitting that crack that supply the fiends
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle, crack and we taking 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 all the cheddar
a tre-C, you gon' hate me. She gon' burn you, give you rabbies
Beat the deuce twice, live the goon life, If I ace out, the thang out!
Straight innovator got and greater I'm raising the ways?? of the late Entertainer
Debating haters; if you ain't debating on making this paper then save it for later
rhymes in the archives on my hard drives cause I'm saving 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
times on the dark side of apartheid but I came here to save us
Dawg's died, mom's cried, but I'm gon' rise, I say I'm the savior!
You horrified! Born to ride, purified. guys, invading the majors
Strong ties like the mob wives. I'm a shooter who shoots he straight off the Lakers
Y'all guys should apologize for them lines, imitating a gangster
I'm a you like they said in Sugar Hill, this is the flavor 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 they nice but they dead whack
Taking all bets y'all said that! Infrared Mack leave him tapped
Life is a with dice I dismantle head crack and we taking the bread back
out...
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Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)