Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

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

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

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yourself stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", you sloppy
You know that I'm levels above you nigga
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is toast for these (that's right)
I got no friends, most of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of Satan, they say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few 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, tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
hands and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby),
Graphic, to make dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The of this holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't stay for long)
They say its darkest the dawn
before the storm (c'mon)
I'm Mason Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the John (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 public say we gon'
It another MC that could fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
Overseas and was me, I found out
other MC's been to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when MC's to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the disc (yeah)
Now all spit, like they all legit (c'mon)
tell how we did it, go

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

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

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

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking Chorus]

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

Rhymes]
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