Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die together
Told lil' mama I drama, no one tried to tell her
She left the club, instead of trying 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 they should die it
of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one a harder 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 tell 'em God is back
The is more than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack the rats get em
After the baptism, the black in the hit em
No need for that gat, cause fact is the kill em
Live your life a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you be stopping me
Destiny stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's 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 and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to 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, to drop old material
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy we gon switch it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I beefing with rappers no mo'
But 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and 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 ride up on haters, to panic
Put ya teflon on, you better go get it it
Rip off your chest piece, to make remember Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
Put your little advance, back in your ha-ha
That 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 come me
And if you can't the flight,
and you don't me then write me
I ain't concerned, any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough twisters, to make 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 to spit it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's time to they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

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