Luyện nghe bài hát Banks Victory

[50
Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only thing left now is toast for cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we start these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip when I a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I the rocks botherin ya vision
But reach and 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 for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles pathmark
Run, move to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what club at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer is a grey acura
these record labels got artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to college on a
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine the floor
by now, you heard of me
outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T,
you match now, back
niggas love to you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still
I'm in a million dollar studio my vocals

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