Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together
Told mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms that's my kind of
gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, that should die it yella
Some of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am
Picture the though of that, no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, it it's more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks,
when you 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, a snack when the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think you could be stopping me
couldn't stop me, I move and that 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 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 choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising

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

Then they said on the radio, I beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause be acting homo
Came in and duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
the logo's 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 on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
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 purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't like me, he like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type 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 your
I'm trying to stack, 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 it sun burn
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
'em it's time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

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