Luyện nghe bài hát Bankhead

nigga, hey

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

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

pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be fuckin' wit me
If they don't want to die tonight, they stop fuckin' wit me
I'm pull 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
dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars
We're fear in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block
Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots because

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 am I s'posed to go, hey

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

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

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

Ten screens falling, my watch it lean on me
Ridin' Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole 3 on me
House 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 am I s'posed to go, hey