Luyện nghe bài hát Warrior, Pt2

[Intro -


Banks!
Ha-ha!

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

- Nate Dogg]
This is the story of a and now you know It
True warriors go ahead some noise
It ain't healthy to be making paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon I need my boys
I'm doing 120 in the lane
Kick back, just relax, let me do my
Don't a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power, and in this rap game

2 - Lloyd Banks]
He's straight out of a neighborhood niggas hate
see you go, and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
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 wont surrender, he'll rather up a rib to break
Because he remembers when wouldn't lend a helping hand
Till he was sitting on like a Celtic fan
Created a
Till where you got to mention his
you discussing the illest player that's in the game
And he's with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
records, ain't no motherfucking stopping them

[Verse 3 - 50
He's no magician, man the kid makes out of nothing
So now niggas from his hood act he owe them something
They talk crazy till they niggas in there to buck him
Ask him if a problem, and he'll say 'Nah, it's nothing'
He was going to help out, but since they fronted, fuck them
He don't care how they feel, can hate him or love him
He hold his own on his own, the kid is really
He's rich now, he ain't change, so niggas think he's
He everything 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 give you something you can talk about
I can turn smile upside down
You no G, you a fucking clown
I can take your girl till I her out
Don't it in, let it all out
I can you fuckers something to be mad about
Invite her in send her out
With my DNA all in her