Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Talking*)
That's what it is, "The of Revenge"
2005 nigga, whoooooo

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

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

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

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