Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

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

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together
Told lil' mama I drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms that's my kind of
Sending gimmick to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, 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 that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's fact
Gimmick have heart attacks,
when you tell 'em God is back
The problem is more than that, like when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack when the get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, niggaz see the prophecy
at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, that 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 that nigga Jigga, but tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I could bring it back, not only force-ably but
and gentlemen, introducing from Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big
What you 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 ain't beefing with no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and 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 we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make remember Janet
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, the truth hurts
And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts
Put your little advance, back in purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't like me come me
And if you afford the flight,
and you like me then write me
I ain't concerned, any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, then up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's time to switch 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 sicker nigga
Ha-ha, mayn