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, gimmick gon die together
lil' mama I love drama, no one tried 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 was telling them, that they should die it yella
of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't me like you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks,
when you tell 'em God is back
The problem is 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 black in the hit em
No need for that gat, cause fact is the raps em
Live your life like a mockery, niggaz will see the
at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you be stopping me
couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper they to see
I could it back, not only force-ably but violently
and gentlemen, introducing from Houston
The and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a nigga

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

Then they on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real never vanish
We rise up and we ride 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, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the hurts
And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts
Put your little advance, back in your purse
That say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the that'll snipe me
You don't me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you afford the flight,
and you don't like me 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 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 spit it, then up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, Chamillitary

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