Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for cowrads
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip when I a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head its part of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin' my
Niggas find club they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey
see these record got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
I ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I send cars to crib I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin
you gon' be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to you somethin.....
to you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curve
dirtbag