Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay 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 it I'm gon' have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels 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 gon' you smoke
So the only thing now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and wit reefer
And who when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, 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 watch botherin ya
You reach and put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 Bush handin flyers 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 every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more than pathmark
Run, move a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be partin' my braids
Niggas find what they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mac
get advances from grey
see these record labels got most gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T,
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but love you you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing
heavy when I toke, C notes different years
in the robe, re-motes for liftin 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 stupid guys, for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

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