Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

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

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I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip when I call a like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the 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 knowledge on you
I'll rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy
I know to botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo
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 niggas since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got long but if I did she be partin' my braids
Niggas find what they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway 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 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 match now, back
niggas love to you, but love you when you disappear
me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear
heavy I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to 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 but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

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in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
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 well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curve
fuckin