Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun shine forever
But as long as here then we might as well shine together
now than never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
And when you hear somethin, sure 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 you love me baby
It's ten years and we runnin 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 can't alive forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them pounds and (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't make a ass yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You know that I'm eight above you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, 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 these (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we 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 don't like me, hit him while was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the 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 lays in my (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 a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, never
hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
Kids or girl you (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me (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 danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most (most shady), Frankie 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)
yours, Frank 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 my bitches at?
my bitches is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay for long (can't stay dark for long)
They say its darkest before the
Calms before the (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason 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 matter what the public say we gon'
It ain't another MC could fill ya shoes
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
Overseas and what was me, I out
other MC's tryin 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 they it (that's right)
to the double disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, like all legit (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, 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 crook from the (c'mon)
Matty the neck of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody 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, aiyyo Banks to 'em

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen (haha)
Now all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to drop on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the soul hero (uh huh)
break '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 looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head it's part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - over Chorus]

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

Rhymes]
Fuck niggaz wanna do?