Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit around 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 grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to 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 college wanna us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma 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 channel looks like I'm playin the boy
I know to botherin ya vision
You reach and put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a
I'm in the gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a
and leave wit 12 shells in ya like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be my braids
Niggas find what they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mac
get advances grey 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 and Shakur
I ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that 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 bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas to hate 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
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I cars to crib like 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 y'all still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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