Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move 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 make a ass outta tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only thing left now is for these cowrads
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 intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who when I call a bitch 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
as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
I'll sick on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the channel looks 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 of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I got long hair but if I did she be partin' my braids
find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mac
get advances grey acura
see these record got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you have to murder me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but love you you disappear
catch me on the wit weed smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes different years
in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab
you better off wit ya stupid guys, for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin
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 nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curve
dirtbag