Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't make a ass outta yaself to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga 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' leave you
So the only thing left now is tools for these
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is enough to stash the streetsweeper
This can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home college wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I know to botherin 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 'cause Bush handin flyers for a in a prison
I'm in the gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint gettin dressed 'cause my closet 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 hair but if I did she be partin' my braids
Niggas find what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mac
get advances from acura
see these record labels got artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T,
you now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different
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, for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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