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 44 on the seat
With a quarter or a blow get low we see
No tag, no license, trunk with D
Ridin' Fulton in D where we it to be

They pull us over, you 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 pull over in home my cousin and B
And they gon' hide me in they home while they for me

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple Chevy's pullin'
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the with rock stars
We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, they see us on the block
Swervin' in the in quarters, bustin' shots just 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 pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at 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 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

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

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

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

Thats right, monster ride on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you of thought the Braves played
The engine running like Vick, the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know 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 life, windows up, in the clouds
Open up the console, that's I got my gun
Right next to that, get bag and roll another one

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

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

Ten screens falling, my Chevy watch it on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to my purple lean on me
Purple clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me
Waffle House Charger, yellow, 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