Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
Summer nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, gimmick gon die together
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to her
She shoulda left the club, instead of to find a fella
The villain's born, storms that's my kind of weather
Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy
Like Eminem was them, that they should die it yella
Some of my they look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one spit a rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's more
Gimmick have heart attacks,
you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, like Iraq the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause is the raps kill em
Live your like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, you ever think you on top of me
how could you possibly, think that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the
Not big as nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the they trying to see
I bring it back, not only force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big
you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and it into a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out in these streets, and I see these old
Record labels trying to advance, to drop old material
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon it up
Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"

Then they on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go it, cause rappers be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm and screaming solo
Disrespecting the a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, niggaz'll never vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to
Put ya teflon on, you go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz Janet
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put your little advance, in your purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't like me, he acting he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't me come fight me
And if you afford the flight,
and you don't me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
Tell 'em it's time to switch they playlist up, the new kid
What's his name, mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the hardest rap and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and some'ing sicker nigga
Ha-ha, Chamillitary