Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

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

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

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we stay 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 them pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
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 wrong one to
And on niggaz 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 these (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start approachin cowards
we lay around 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 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 lays in my (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all ain't killin shit
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it 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, Frank

- Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy
We got the real live shit from front to
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
Where my is at?
Where my is at?
Where the fuck my at?
my bitches is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for (can't stay dark for long)
They say its before the dawn
Calms the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason Betha's now the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is "Life's After's" like
B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No what the public say we gon' prove
It ain't another MC that could ya shoes
Cause Biggie is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got and villas
Overseas and what was me, I out
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life after Death" and studied it (that's right)
Listened to the 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, brass knuckles and (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P. run the city, show no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of your connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we (take that)
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
step up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. (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 over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the is long enough 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 fuck us (ha)
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the buried
besides, every 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 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 of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - over Chorus]

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

[Busta
y'all niggaz wanna do?