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 bricks and the butters, I flip 'em and end up as as a Drummond
Shoving the pedal its touching the metal the 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 a waiter I give him a 100
La'copping, high riding, 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, the math- give 'em the numbers
? Dolce Dolce, my convertible??, I'm such a monster my grandfather in a dungeon
Damn this career & industry! I'm famous for smacking a man, kissing
Leonidas told his fathers, we are taking 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...
iron and blow off a lot of steam
Turn you a vegetable collard greens
Bet that, none of them realer our team
Cause we spitting that crack supply the fiends
Life is a with dice I dismantle, head crack and we taking a lot of cream
out...
(00:55):
Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)
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Snake eyes; take mine. 4-5-6; you gon' die bitch
Throw a pound cake, I'm wild cake. Roll a 4 or better, I'm getting all the cheddar
Throw a tre-C, you 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 then save it for later
Strong rhymes in the 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 traitor you 'traiting and you should be your maker
Hard times on the dark side of apartheid but I came 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. Corner guys, the majors
Strong ties like the mob wives. I'm a shooter who shoots like he off the Lakers
guys should 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 neighbor
who putting the pedal to metal the level you devils will say and ?? behavior??
Back to back throw a head crack turning 10 stacks into 10
6 trip's cello dead that, nigga said they nice but dead whack
Taking all bets y'all said that! Infrared Mack leave him head
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle head crack and we taking the back
out...
(02:12):
Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)