Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and wit reefer
And who flip when I call a like she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I to watch botherin ya vision
You and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin for a party in a prison
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than
Run, move startin a
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the young pimp my age
I got long hair but if I did she be partin' my braids
Niggas find club they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from acura
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the
Camera's by the 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 leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T,
you now, back down
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You ain't rich, but we to snatch 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 french supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

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