Luyện nghe bài hát Victory Freestyle

50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan then we might as die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more
G-Unit move around them pounds and barreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, 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 leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for cowrads
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
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 P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
The break 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, followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma break before I lay floor
Besides, every ain't a star, n every plad ain't Burburry
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
When Im changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy
I know to botherin ya vision
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 flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my got more isles than pathmart
Run, when we a raid
Or leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth a carton of eggs
I'm a young pardon my age
I don't got long but if I did she be partin my braids
Niggas out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway map
Ya advance is a Acura
see these record labels got most artists gettin like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, Tek's in the drawer
Camera's by the that 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 bugendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
heavy when I toke, C-notes from different
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 guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't nuttin but ya french fries supersized
a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

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