Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't 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 around wit pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you
I'll club you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

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I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to scare since Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles pathmark
Run, move a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya like a carton of eggs
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 like a mac
get advances grey acura
see these record got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text in the drawer
Camera's by the that mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, T, bergendy
you now, back down
niggas love to you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I send cars to crib I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a to drive
you ain't gettin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be for the rest 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