Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun don't shine
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine
Better now than never, business pleasure
P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
right, no matter what, we air tight
And when you hear somethin, make you hear it right
Don't make a ass yourself by assumin
My music you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two above you baby
Hug me baby, make you love me baby
It's ten and we still runnin this motherfucker

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we to give you what you need
(One, two...)
all fucked up now
What the fuck y'all gonna do

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we stay alive forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna me
I'm cocky, "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You know I'm eight levels above you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the wrong one to
And rattin on niggaz is only leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these (that's right)
They pop 'til we start approachin these cowards
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, shady
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat lays in my (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, never
hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, faggots ain't killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby),
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad from P. Diddy
We got the real live from front to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at?
Where my is at?
Where the my bitches at?
Where my is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't dark for long)
say its darkest before the dawn
Calms before the (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean (let's go Big)
Yeah right, is what "Life's After's" like
B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the say we gon' prove
It another MC that could fill ya shoes
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got and villas
and what was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the double (yeah)
Now they all spit, like all legit (c'mon)
tell how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, just Mase and 'em (yeah)
them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission

[P.
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks to 'em

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch like she Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long enough to the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, home college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - over Chorus]

you at?
you at?
you at?
you at?
I told y'all, ten from now we'll still be on top
We've just
Thank you ... you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You the rest

Rhymes]
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