Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
Summer 2005 nigga,

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die together
lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to find a
The villain's born, dark that's my kind of weather
Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy
Like Eminem was telling them, that they should die it
of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one spit a rap
I told 'em I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks,
you tell 'em that God is back
The is more than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a when the rats get em
After the baptism, the in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause is the raps kill em
Live life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a of stairs, 'fore 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 and that hoe be watching me
are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper they to see
I could bring it back, not force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, from Houston
The and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and it into a bruising nigga

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

Then they said on the radio, I ain't with rappers no mo'
But 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting homo
Came in and duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, to panic
Put ya teflon on, you go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to niggaz remember 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 like he the type snipe me
You don't me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you afford the flight,
and you like me then write me
I concerned, with any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the tongue
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I give it sun burn
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, Chamillitary

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