Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun don't shine
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 that I'm two levels above you
Hug me baby, make you love me baby
It's ten years and we still this motherfucker

[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 stay alive forever (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 move around with them and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't make a ass outta yourself stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You know that I'm levels above you nigga
plug 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 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)
pop shit 'til we start approachin these 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 like me, hit him while wifey was him
You heard of us, the murderous, shady
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
Duct tapin, fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few (uh huh)
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes (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 to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I (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 faggots ain't killin
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to 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 this (let's go)
Truly yours, White

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it stay dark for long (can't stay dark for long)
They say its darkest the dawn
Calms the storm (c'mon)
I'm Mason Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is "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 fill ya shoes
Cause Smalls is the illest
Realest my the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and was me, I found out
MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on other (yeah, c'mon)
home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the double (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 in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss when 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 neck of coke connect (say what?)
No squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, 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 aroused (yeah)
The City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the of the Comission

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

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and 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 gon' get uglier the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, home college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll 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 soul hero (uh huh)
I'ma break I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper 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 looks like I'm playin the boy (woo)
I know the watch ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. - talking over Chorus]

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

[Busta
Fuck y'all wanna do?