Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

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

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her
She shoulda left the club, 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 Eminem was them, that they should die it yella
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 lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, it it's more fact
rappers have heart attacks,
when you tell 'em that God is
The problem is more than that, like 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 raps em
Live your life a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z up the dynasty
Not big as nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap is dying 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
you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

(*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 of Controversy Sells we gon switch it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I beefing 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 ride up on haters, prepare to
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz Janet
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put little advance, back in your purse ha-ha
That say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you like me come fight me
And if you afford the flight,
and you like me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of your
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 trillest to spit it, then call up DJ
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
'em it's time to switch 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 some'ing sicker nigga
Ha-ha, mayn