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 high as ever, more holes and cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I grab it
Don't make a ass yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to botherin ya vision
You reach and put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than
Run, startin 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 my braids
Niggas what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway mac
get from grey acura
see record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to and Shakur
I keep ya clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You ain't rich, but we to snatch ya
I send cars to like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a to drive
you ain't nuttin but ya french fries supersized
a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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