Luyện nghe bài hát Victory Freestyle

50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more chedda
move around with them pounds and barreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' 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, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you
I'll club you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is gon' leave you smoke
So the only left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

[Lloyd
I got a industry gangstress who argues and steams the
And who flip when I a bitch like she Queen Latifah
And all the vehicle's is long enough to the streetsweeper
This shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
The spring break ho's holmes college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n every ain't Burburry
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
When Im changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I to watch botherin 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 for a party 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 every morning's a start
And there aint problem dressed 'cause my closet got more isles than pathmart
Run, when we a raid
Or leave wit 12 shells in ya like a carton of eggs
I'm a pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be my braids
Niggas find out what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway map
Ya is a grey Acura
see record labels 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 monitor the floor
by now, you heard of me
outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bugendy, T, bergendy
you match now, back
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin'
heavy when I toke, C-notes from different
on the rope, remotes and liftin chairs
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya 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 for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curb...
dirtbag