Luyện nghe bài hát The Bank

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Ripping and running, I'm gripping the gun and you snitches get and get hit your stomachs
Distributed dozens of bricks and the butters, I 'em and end up as rich as a Drummond
Shoving the pedal its touching the metal the blood of a rebel, adrenaline
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 waiter I him a 100
La'copping, high riding, with red in our eyes driving, all my 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 a monster my grandfather live in a dungeon
Damn career & industry! I'm famous for smacking a man, kissing women
Like Leonidas told his fathers, we are taking everything 'em but giving 'em nothing
Mask on my face 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 a vegetable collard greens
Bet that, none of them realer our team
Cause we spitting that that supply the fiends
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle, head and we taking a lot of cream
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(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
Throw a pound cake, I'm taking 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 goon life, If I ace out, the thang out!
Straight innovator got greater and greater I'm raising the ways?? of the Entertainer
Debating haters; if you ain't debating on making this paper then save it for later
Strong in the archives on my hard drives cause I'm saving the data
Sayers hating on my bread making, I'm impregnating got my 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 here to save us
Dawg's died, cried, but I'm gon' rise, didn't 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 like he straight off the Lakers
Y'all guys apologize for them false lines, imitating a gangster
I'm a tell you like said in Sugar Hill, this is the flavor that we sell your neighbor
Rebels who putting the pedal to metal the level you devils 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 dead whack
Taking all y'all said that! Infrared Mack leave him head tapped
Life is a gamble with dice I dismantle head and we taking the bread back
out...
(02:12):
Blow 'em! Shake 'em! 'em! Haaa! (8 times)