Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun don't forever
But as long as it's here then we 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 a ass outta yourself by assumin
My music keeps you movin, are you provin?
You that I'm two levels above 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 proceed to give you you need
(One, two...)
It's all 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, more hoes and 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, "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You that I'm eight levels above you nigga
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on niggaz is gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is toast for cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, most of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit we start 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 like 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, say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your 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 bars so I can buy a few (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick
sick, brawl nights, I perform 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 touch (say what?), in this world I (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady (most shady), baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who start (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The of this holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't dark for long (can't stay dark for long)
They say its darkest the dawn
Calms before the (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
right, this is what "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 Smalls is the
Realest my stones the chillest, got and villas
Overseas and was me, I found out
MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right)
to the double disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, like they all (c'mon)
tell 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, 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), Frank's the crook from the (c'mon)
broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody come off P. Diddy (woo)
wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the 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 vehicles is long enough to stash the (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I here 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 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't (uh huh)
You can't Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the channel 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. Diddy - talking over

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

Rhymes]
Fuck y'all wanna do?