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 where am I to go, hey

See me in a Chevy 44 on the seat
With a or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, trunk with D
Ridin' in D where 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, best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna over in born home my cousin and B
And they gon' hide me in they home while looking for me

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, Chevy's pullin' hard
Thousand dollars of dimes in the trap with rock stars
We're puttin' in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block
Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the bomb serving drops
I a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another 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 make the pussy

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

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

right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you of thought the Braves played
The engine 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' I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, up, in the clouds
up the console, that's where I got my gun
Right next to that, get that bag and another one

I got the vitamins, a freak fuck all night
Hos know, killers on the west earn stripes
Make money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill
off Church St. the pimp God gave 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 seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten screens falling, my Chevy 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