Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

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I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy
I know to watch ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its of yo religion
Why party wit a
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 morning's a 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 carton of
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got long but if I did she be partin' my braids
Niggas find what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mac
get from grey acura
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in history nigga, to Wallace and Shakur
I ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back
niggas love to hate you, but love you you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
when 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 I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

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