Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

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

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 shoulda the club, instead 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
Some of my fans they look Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one a harder rap
I told 'em I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's more
rappers have heart attacks,
when you tell 'em 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
After the baptism, the black in the hit em
No need for that gat, cause fact is the raps em
Live life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you be stopping 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 tell 'em time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper trying to see
I bring 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 if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it a bruising nigga

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

Then they on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting homo
in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, to panic
Put ya on, you better 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 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 don't like me fight me
And if you can't the flight,
and you don't me then write me
I concerned, with any of your concerns
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 give it sun
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, then up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's time to switch they playlist up, the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

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