Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm high as ever, more holes and cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly
I'm the wrong one to
You on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
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 she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier the Master 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, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it comes to 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 Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I know to watch ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya 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 vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got long but if I did she be partin' my braids
Niggas what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mac
get advances from grey
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, to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper 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 match now, back
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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