Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine
Better now never, business before pleasure
P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
right, no matter what, we air tight
And when you hear somethin, make you hear it right
Don't a ass outta yourself by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you
You know I'm two levels above 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 proceed to give you you need
(One, two...)
all fucked up now
What the fuck gonna do now?

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't alive forever (yeah)
So if hit the fan then we might 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 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 you nigga
plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the wrong one to
And rattin on niggaz is only leave you smoke
So the only 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 like me, hit him wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, shady
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of Satan, they say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama waitin
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in 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 faggots killin shit
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold and say it like me
The shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
yours, Frank White

[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 the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's"
B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter the public say we gon' prove
It ain't another MC that could ya shoes
Cause Smalls is the illest
my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and what was me, I out
MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha)
It's ill 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 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 in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings when you us
P. run the city, show no pity (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 'til all y'all (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, with Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, come off like P. Diddy (woo)
wise, I play 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 ain't over, aiyyo Banks to 'em

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long to stash 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, home from college wanna us (ha)
I here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the soul hero (uh huh)
I'ma 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking over

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

[Busta
Fuck niggaz wanna do?