Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior, Pt2

[Intro -


Banks!
Ha-ha!

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

[Chorus - Nate
is the story of a warrior and now you know It
True warriors go ahead make some
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 give a fuck about you suckers gotta
Money, power, and respect in rap game

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

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

[Verse 4 - Nate
I can you niggas something you can talk about
I can your smile upside down
You ain't no G, you a fucking
I can take your girl I turn her out
hold it in, let it all out
I can give you fuckers to be mad about
Invite her in send her out
With my DNA all in her