Luyện nghe bài hát Victory Freestyle

50
Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more chedda
G-Unit move around with pounds and barreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
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 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

Banks]
I got a gangstress who argues and steams the reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen
And all the vehicle's is long to snatch the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
The spring break ho's holmes from college fuck us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
break before I lay floor buried
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n every plad ain't
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
When Im changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya
For reachin I'll put a dot on ya head its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin for a party in a prison
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more isles than
Run, when we a raid
Or leave wit 12 in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm a pimp pardon my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be partin my braids
find out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway map
Ya advance is a grey
see record labels got most 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 ya ammo clean, Tek's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that monitor the
by now, you probably of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bugendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin'
when I toke, C-notes from different years
Bezzy on the rope, remotes and liftin
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, lookin for a coupe to
you gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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