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, more and more chedda
G-Unit move around with pounds and barreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

Banks]
I got a industry gangstress who argues and the reefer
And who flip when I call a like she Queen Latifah
And all the is long enough to snatch the streetsweeper
This can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
The spring break ho's holmes from college wanna us
I ain't here to drop 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 a soul outta aero
I'ma break I lay floor buried
Besides, every rapper a star, n every plad ain't Burburry
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
When Im changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya
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 handin flyers for a party in a
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the rapper to scare 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 startin a
Or leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm a young pimp my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
Niggas out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway map
Ya is a grey Acura
see these record got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I ya ammo clean, Tek's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper monitor the floor
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 match now, down
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit smoke and fishin' gear
heavy when I toke, C-notes from different
Bezzy on the rope, and liftin chairs
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab
you better off wit ya stupid guys, for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin but ya french fries supersized
a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

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