Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
me out right here yo
Verse One: Daddy
Yo the sun don't forever
(BIG: You can turn the up a little bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's then we might as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business before
(BIG: The mic is but the beats isn't loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
(BIG: YEAH!)
So you hear somethin, make 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, are you provin?
(BIG: Turn that all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, make you love me baby
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
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 up facts (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 heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of
say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat lays in my
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under your by the abdominal
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never
hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, guns, ridiculous
And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this I clutch
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold and say it like me
The most shady, baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like
in quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, me
The Underboss of this
yours, Frank White
Chorus: Busta
We got the real live from front to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my is at? (2X)
the fuck my bitches at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Daddy
Put money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my on
There's a bed full of that I get my ass on
I never the passion to go platinum
I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it
to make classics, hotter than
P-D, rollin on tape or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We been hot for a time burnin like a candle
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 tell it how it is, and you it how it might be
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and
The heaers in the two-seaters, with two
Senoritas, kiss rings when you us
run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your connect
No respect squeeze off til all diminish
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it no replacin him
Niggaz up, we just macin them
placin them in funerals, turned aroused
The City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the of the Comission
2X w/ Puff talking
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
Aiyyo turn me up, can hear me out there
That's good, all fucked up now
Y'all know all fucked up now right?
What the fuck y'all gonna do
What I'ma do
Can y'all hear me out
Can y'all hear me out
(?) Fuck y'all niggaz do
It's all up now
I'ma do now, huh?
What do now
all fucked up now