Luyện nghe bài hát Victory Freestyle

50
Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, more and more chedda
G-Unit move around with 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 yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
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
we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a industry gangstress who and steams the reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Latifah
And all the is long enough to snatch the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
The spring ho's holmes from college wanna fuck us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta
I'ma before I lay floor buried
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n every ain't Burburry
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
Im changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch 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 for a party in a prison
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet 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 long hair but if I did she be partin my
Niggas find out what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway map
Ya advance is a grey
see these record labels got most artists gettin like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya clean, Tek's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bugendy, T, bergendy
you now, back down
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin'
when I toke, C-notes from different years
Bezzy on the rope, and liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we to snatch 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 gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

[50
in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to 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...
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