Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, gimmick gon die together
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to her
She left the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The born, dark storms that's my kind of weather
Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy
Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella
Some of my fans they like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one spit a rap
I told 'em that I'm Jehova's brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, it it's more fact
Gimmick rappers have attacks,
when you 'em that God is back
The is more 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 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
at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper trying to see
I could bring it back, not only force-ably but
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to into the confusion
You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

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

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