Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, holes and more cheddar
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I grab it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen
Not all the vehicle's is enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to botherin ya vision
You reach and 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 rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every a fast start
And there aint gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be my braids
Niggas find what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway mac
get from grey acura
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but love you you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
You ain't rich, but we to snatch ya
I send cars to crib I'm a cab dispatcha
you off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

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