Luyện nghe bài hát Bankhead

nigga, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

See me in a Chevy 44 on the seat
a quarter or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, trunk loaded D
Ridin' Fulton in D we know it to be

They pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you be fuckin' wit me
If they don't want to die tonight, best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna over in born home my cousin and B
And gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the with rock stars
We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when see us on the block
Swervin' in the in quarters, bustin' shots just because

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12
Back in the spot with the same bomb drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, the cops, another dead on my block, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

I'm daddy, pull up on some hoes from old Natty
I I'm Pimp Squad ho what's happenin'
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Taffy
I said I do it to make the pussy

Let's get a room over on Virginia, step sweeter than continue
Ya airing for a little bender
Baby remember, make it quick
niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit

I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it like
Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tail
pipe, that's all these hos wanna lick for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, beat pussy and you call me Ike

right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s
It like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves played
The engine running like Vick, the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

Ain't no where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, up, in the clouds
Open up the console, that's I got my gun
Right next to that, get that bag and roll one

I got the vitamins, make a freak all night
Hos know, killers on the west earn stripes
that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill
Swervin' off Church St. the God gave me skills

I was born up in Bankhead, y'all me
Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street me
Just I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef wit me
Half never a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen on me, the whole zone 3 on me
Waffle Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey