Luyện nghe bài hát V.I.P

There's a lot of things that I understood, (never understood)
like Victory, look here, (look here)
Blessin's to the men walk Chicago streets, and survive (and survive)
We all in a test of time, (God us)
one thing let me you, (show me)
and tribulations, Victory, (victory), felony P.A.
(public announcement), Victory, (victory)
Do or Die, Dun, Victory, (victory)
is a must, (this is a must)
Amongst the Chicago area, beyond the
is to be a must, C'mon

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Got to keep it real baby party all
You spill drink on me baby that's all right
How you be in the V.I.P., and the
think of all the you can creep out with me

See I'm about leasin' estates
with the heavyweights, tryin' to get a bad hoe
Lease up in every state, on the estimate
motherfuckers calculate, then to ass shake
hyperventilate, bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me love
For it's 'bout the love of money, stay in the club
cause all my nigga's fresh out start
I fold em' up murda right back
shit, ya'll in the Benz's, hoe's us
if you not wit' the flow, ride wit' us
My Chas' tol' me never let em' see you sweat
let em' see you wet
never let em' call bet
sex for a rival, look for 5-0
those kinve'o's, just anaylze yo'
nigga's for the 5-0, those thugs on the flo'
with my closed, motherfuckers wha' ha!

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You'd be lookin' fine, and so sexy and all
threw my pillow when I slept wit' my gal
bounce for me baby shake yo' ass like
remember us 96', po' see a
Ya'll stressin' now, while we're to handle that
Louie 13, hell yeah, sippin' that, ones to shine
(???) 2 plaques, we be sangin' dame's, top that
diamonds 'round my goin' blin', blin', blin'
money at the goin' ting', ting', ting'
or die be, put a rock on my fing'
make the (????) make a hummin' bird sing
let me, let me, let me who?
Show a chick paper tell me what she wan' do
I could flip a jack, a nigga go ooo...
you can get yo' girls, I can my own crew, wha'

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All my thugs count, you in the club bouncin'
He make yo' habit go from a dub to an ounce
this do or die link put em' on the shit
nigga pull drama, I'm cock an' spit
we tryin' to take the city, the ain't shit
north pole get cold as the game get
I'm official, means I pull it down with no cabbage, (no cabbage)
up shop with no status, (no status)
It's my to spit it, and make the world right
my time to shine, like ya'll girls said
it's my to whip niggas, and have niggas Cross have it, look
keep it for 3 months and I'm let ya'll by, yeah, right now
I'm lookin' for somethin' probably gonna be it, hey Ma
the baddest, yo' sex, remind's the status, me V.I.P.
You need, to at us.

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Would you for me baby?
Would you bus' some slugs in nigga's?
Heey, pump, pump, pump, pump, and ya'll niggas don't to duck
lemme bump that shit for ya', who make hits for ya'
and when you down and out, I'm goin' make them for ya'
all my niggas paper chase, chase,
and when them motherfuckers up in yo' face
you can catch a case, a case, so I just stay home niggas
I've got a niggas, roll when I blow nigga, hittin' other cities
then I'm through the toll niggas, partner we die young
wil'in out, no doubt, have fun, V.I.P., pop guns, and I drop
but I, ya'll motherfuckers just to come
and anything in my I bomb

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