Luyện nghe bài hát Victory Freestyle

50
Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more
G-Unit move with them pounds and barreta'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 yaself to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

[Lloyd
I got a industry gangstress who argues and the reefer
And who flip when I call a like she Queen Latifah
And all the vehicle's is long enough to snatch the
This can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
The spring ho's holmes from college wanna fuck us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break I lay floor buried
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n every plad ain't
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
When Im changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy
I know to watch ya vision
For reachin I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to scare since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got isles than pathmart
Run, we startin a raid
Or leave wit 12 shells in ya like a carton of eggs
I'm a young pimp my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
Niggas find out club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a map
Ya advance is a Acura
see these record labels got most gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, Tek's polished in the
Camera's by the hamper monitor the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bugendy, T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin' gear
heavy when I toke, C-notes from years
Bezzy on the rope, and liftin chairs
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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