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 as ever, more hoes and more chedda
G-Unit move around them pounds and barreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
if it's handed to me or I gotta 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 above you
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

Banks]
I got a gangstress who argues and steams the reefer
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
And all the vehicle's is long to snatch the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
The spring break ho's holmes from 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 discuss this, lotta zeros
it comes 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 tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
When Im changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I to watch botherin ya vision
For reachin I'll put a dot on ya head like its of yo religion
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 and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more than pathmart
Run, we startin a raid
Or leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm a pimp pardon my age
I got long hair but if I did she be partin 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 these record labels got most gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
I ya ammo clean, Tek's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that monitor the
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bugendy, White T, bergendy
you now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
catch me on the wit weed smoke and fishin' gear
heavy when I toke, from different years
Bezzy on the rope, remotes and liftin
You ain't rich, but we to snatch ya
I send cars to crib 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 fries
it's a damn shame y'all still
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't 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, somethin
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curb...
fuckin