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, loaded with D
Ridin' Fulton in D where we 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, they best fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna pull over in born home my and B
And they gon' hide me in they while they looking for me

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

The hell I care gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb serving
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 where am I to go, hey

I'm Cadillac daddy, pull up on some hoes old Natty
I said I'm Squad 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 than continue
Ya airing for a little fender
Baby remember, make it quick
niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit

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

Thats right, ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of the Braves played
The engine running like Vick, 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 where am I to go, hey

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

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

I was up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Way in '83, T.I. stayed up the street from me
Just 'cause I'm 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' down Simpson, 'bout to my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole 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 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