Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

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

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we to give you what you need
(One, two...)
all fucked up now
What the 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, hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move with them pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", you sloppy
You know that I'm levels above you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the wrong one to
And rattin on is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around 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, say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (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 so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, never
Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike (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 world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me (used to call me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
hands and say it like me
The shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, to spark kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of this (let's go)
yours, Frank White

[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?
Where my is at?
my niggaz is at?
Where the my bitches at?
Where my is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay for long (can't stay dark for long)
say its darkest before the dawn
Calms before the (c'mon)
I'm happy Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, is what "Life's After's" like
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the public say we prove
It ain't another MC that fill ya shoes
Cause Smalls is the illest
my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and was me, I found out
other been tryin to find ya route (haha)
It's ill 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 disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, they all legit (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, with two (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), the crook from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the of your coke connect (say what?)
No squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, 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 them in funerals, turned aroused (yeah)
The City, nobody come 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,
Another day in the of the Comission

[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 bitch she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long enough to the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the (uh)
So the spring break hoes, from college wanna 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 this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big (yeah)
And changin the channel looks like I'm 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 - talking Chorus]

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

Rhymes]
Fuck y'all niggaz do?