Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun don't shine
But as long as here then 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 matter what, we air
And when you hear somethin, sure 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 levels you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma you love 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 fuck y'all do now?

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
make 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 plug you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on niggaz is only leave you smoke
So the thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, most of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start approachin 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 heard of us, the murderous, most
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
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest under 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, never
Never hesitant, leave a 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 I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots killin shit
Oops Cristal spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold and say it like me
The most (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
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 this (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't dark for long)
They say its darkest before the
Calms the storm (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)
right, this is what "Life's After's" like
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No what the public say we gon' prove
It ain't another MC that could fill ya
Cause Biggie Smalls is the
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
Overseas and what was me, I out
other MC's been to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the double (yeah)
Now all spit, like 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, two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah)
them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, come off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
money 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

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

- 4X

[P. - talking over Chorus]

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

[Busta
y'all niggaz wanna do?