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 dozens of bricks and the butters, I flip 'em and end up as as a Drummond
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 my image is rugged
My limit is greater, my dennir get catered, when a waiter I give him a 100
La'copping, high riding, with red in our eyes driving, all my is blunted
cocking, shots popping, non-stopping, cops watching while I'm ripping the summons
2 to run fast, I school 'em in class, producing the math- '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 everything from 'em but giving 'em
on my face ain't no Halloween! While y'all live on the throne, if I'm not the King...
Bullets; iron and blow off a lot of
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, 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 take mine. 4-5-6; you gon' die
Throw a cake, I'm taking wild cake. Roll a 4 or better, I'm getting all the cheddar
Throw a tre-C, you gon' hate me. She gon' burn you, you rabbies
Beat the deuce twice, the goon life, If I ace out, pull the thang out!
Straight innovator got and greater I'm raising the ways?? of the late Entertainer
Debating with haters; if you ain't debating on making this paper then save it for
Strong rhymes in the archives on my hard drives cause I'm the data
Sayers hating on my making, I'm impregnating got my lady in labor
Raising the I'm blazing a traitor you 'traiting and you should be facing your maker
Hard times on the 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. guys, invading the majors
Strong ties like the mob wives. I'm a shooter who shoots like he straight off the
Y'all guys should for them false lines, imitating a gangster
I'm a tell you they said in Sugar Hill, this is the flavor that we sell your neighbor
Rebels who putting the pedal to metal the you devils will say and ?? behavior??
Back to back a head crack turning 10 stacks into 10 racks
6 trip's cello dead that, nigga said nice but they dead whack
Taking all bets y'all that! Infrared Mack leave him head tapped
Life is a with dice I dismantle head crack and we taking the bread back
out...
(02:12):
Blow 'em! 'em! Throw 'em! Haaa! (8 times)