Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun don't forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well together
Better now than never, business before
P. and the Fam, who you know 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 music keeps you movin, what are you
You that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
It's ten years and we runnin this motherfucker

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

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't alive forever (yeah)
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar (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 a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm eight levels above you
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 thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards (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 me, hit him while wifey was with him
You of us, the murderous, most shady
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest under vest by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few (uh huh)
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh)
Kids or you touch (say what?), in this world 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, faggots ain't killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
hands and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby),
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, White

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P.
We got the real live shit from front to
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
Where my is at?
my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my 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 happy 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, this is what "Life's After's"
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the public say we gon'
It another MC that could fill ya shoes
Cause Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got and villas
and what was me, I found out
other MC's been to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on other (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life Death" and they studied it (that's right)
to the double disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, like they all (c'mon)
Frank how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), the crook from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all (uh huh)
for twenty minutes, until we finish (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Louch
Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned (yeah)
The Brick City, come off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the life of the

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

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the break hoes, home from college wanna fuck 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 discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
break 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid Burberry (uh huh)
You can't Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the watch botherin ya
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking Chorus]

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

Rhymes]
Fuck y'all wanna do?