Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

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

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to 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 hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more (yeah)
G-Unit move with them pounds 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 make a ass outta tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You know I'm eight levels above you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on niggaz is only gon' you smoke
So the only thing left now is toast for cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start approachin cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

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 killing's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest under your by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my you touch (uh huh)
Kids or girl you (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to 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 danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold and say it like me
The most (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, to make dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, White

[Chorus - Busta - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy
We got the real live shit front to back
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at?
Where my 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 before the dawn
Calms the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason 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. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the say we gon' prove
It another MC that could fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the
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 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 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, brass and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, no pity (that's my name)
I'm the one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all (uh huh)
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish (take that)
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
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, with Mase and 'em (yeah)
them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The City, nobody 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,
day in the life of the Comission

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

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with on the Chuckers (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 fuckers (yeah), cops to cuff us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma 'fore I lay on the floor 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 looks like I'm playin the 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. - talking over Chorus]

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

Rhymes]
Fuck y'all niggaz do?