Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm as ever, more holes and more cheddar
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only leave you smoke
So the only left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start 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 a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash 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 wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
I'll sick on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I know to watch ya vision
You and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got aisles than pathmark
Run, startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be my braids
Niggas find what they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get from grey acura
see these record labels got artists 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, text in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, down
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we to snatch ya
I cars to crib like 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 fries
it's a shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio my vocals

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