Luyện nghe bài hát Victory Freestyle

50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more
G-Unit move around with pounds and barreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't make a ass outta tryin 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 wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is gon' leave you smoke
So the thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

Banks]
I got a gangstress who argues and steams 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 shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
The break ho's holmes from college wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor
Besides, every ain't a star, n every plad ain't Burburry
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
When Im the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I to watch botherin ya vision
For reachin I'll put a dot on ya like its part 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 wit the green and red straps
I'm the rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more isles than pathmart
Run, we startin a raid
Or wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm a pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
find 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 got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, Tek's 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 have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bugendy, White T,
you now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishin' gear
heavy when I toke, C-notes from different
Bezzy on the rope, remotes and liftin
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I send cars to crib I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio my vocals

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