Luyện nghe bài hát Victory Freestyle

50
Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more chedda
G-Unit around with them pounds and barreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta 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 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 only leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a gangstress who argues and steams the reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Latifah
And all the vehicle's is long enough to the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
The spring ho's holmes from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I blow a outta aero
I'ma break before I lay buried
Besides, rapper ain't a star, n every plad ain't Burburry
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
Im changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to botherin ya vision
For reachin I'll put a dot on ya like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm a 10 'cause Bush handin 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 since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my got more isles than pathmart
Run, when we startin a
Or wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm a young pardon my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be partin my braids
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 artists gettin fucked like the gay
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 the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, 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 you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit smoke and fishin' gear
heavy when I toke, C-notes from years
on the rope, remotes and liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I send cars to like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million studio 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 supposed to you somethin.....
to encourage you, positive
aight I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curb...
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