Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior, Pt2

[Intro -


Banks!
Ha-ha!

[Verse 1 -
It's like a throne that he even own
He won't sit down, him a crown, he just throws it around
It's like a joke, he's like a king, but he do a thing
He don't the diamonds, want the gold, don't want the jewelry
He don't want the fame. want the loot, he's in this for the sport
Running around his competition on the court
He appreciates your support, but he ain't for it
And you can love, it you can hate it, but you ignore it
You can't be ignorant
But you can try to him short
But you can't with his last joint, or the one before it
And he was going to raise like them country boys
And if I'm then you better come confront me for it

[Chorus - Nate
This is the story of a warrior and now you It
True warriors go ahead make noise
It healthy to be making niggas paranoid
Hit your with my weapon I dont need my boys
I'm doing 120 in the fast
Kick back, just relax, let me do my
Don't a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power, and respect in rap game

2 - Lloyd Banks]
He's straight out of a where niggas hate
They see you go, and eat your dinner off a bigger
Thier stomachs ache he's lounging in a big estate
And he hops in a hundred thousands a nigga's gate
House with just a bigger gate, hounding a big mistake
He surrender, he'll rather give up a rib to break
Because he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helping
Till he was sitting on like a Celtic fan
a buzz
Till where you got to his name
When you discussing the illest that's in the game
And he's riding Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G-Unit records, ain't no motherfucking them

[Verse 3 - 50
He's no magician, man the kid makes something out of
So now from his hood act like he owe them something
talk crazy till they send niggas in there to buck him
Ask him if there's a problem, and he'll say 'Nah, nothing'
He was going to help them out, but since they fronted, them
He don't care how they feel, can hate him or love him
He his own on his own, the kid is really thugging
He's now, he ain't change, so niggas think he's bugging
He bulletproof case niggas try and buck him
Keep two pistols on his hip, I show you where he them
Niggas say they gone get at him, but they can't him
Try to catch them slipping, they creeping, he busting

[Verse 4 - Nate
I can give you niggas something you can about
I can turn your smile down
You ain't no G, you a fucking
I can take your till I turn her out
Don't it in, let it all out
I can you fuckers something to be mad about
Invite her in her back out
my DNA all in her mouth