Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun don't forever
But as long as it's here then we might as shine together
Better now than never, business before
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
right, no matter what, we air tight
And when you hear somethin, make you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta by assumin
My music you movin, what 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 runnin 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 alive (yeah)
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit around 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 yourself stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You that I'm eight levels above you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I heard 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 left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards (that's right)
pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay 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 of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of Satan, they say my 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 iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
a few bars so I can buy a few cars (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 bent quick
Real sick, 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)
or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all ain't killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie (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 from P. Diddy
We got the real live from front to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
Where my is at?
Where my is at?
Where the my bitches at?
my bitches 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 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 matter what the public say we prove
It ain't another MC that fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the
Realest my the chillest, got homes and villas
and what was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life Death" and they 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 from the (c'mon)
Matty broke the of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we (take that)
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
step up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin 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,
Another day in the of the Comission

[P.
Oh it over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the (uh huh)
And flip when I her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the 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 smokin by the big (yeah)
And changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the botherin 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 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?