Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out here yo
One: Puff Daddy
Yo the sun shine forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here then we as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
now than never business before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is but the beats isn't loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you
(BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two above you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, make you love me baby
(BIG: This is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna leave you
So the only thing left now is God for cats
And BIG you you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for cats
While they makin up (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Two: B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't like me, him and wifey was wit em
You of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of
say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under your by the abdominal
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few
And I a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan,
action, guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch
or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like
Parked in quick to spark who start shit
See me, me
The of this holocaust
Truly yours, White
Chorus: Rhymes
We got the real live shit from to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the my bitches at?
my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Puff Daddy
Put your money on the table and get math on
Break it down, split it up, get laugh on
See you Dog, I'ma get my stash on
There's a bed full of that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go
Said I'd it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter than
P-D, rollin on tape or CD
The killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a
you can do is check your distribution
My songs in Houston like Scarface produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you mad
Cause I it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
Verse Four: B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the from the Brook'
Matty the neck of your coke connect
No respect off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we macin them
placin them in funerals, criminals turned
The Brick City, nobody off like P-Diddy
rise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the life of the
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can me out there
good, it's all fucked up now
Y'all it's all fucked up now right?
What the y'all gonna do now?
What I'ma do
Can y'all me out there?
Can y'all hear me out
(?) y'all niggaz wanna do
It's all up now
I'ma do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now