Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well together
Better now never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
And you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass yourself by assumin
My music you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
It's ten and we still runnin this motherfucker

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to you what you need
(One, two...)
It's all up now
What the fuck gonna do now?

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around them pounds and berretas (uh)
faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I grab it
make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You know that I'm eight levels you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the wrong one to
And on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is toast for cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start 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 don't me, hit him while wifey was with him
You of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama waitin
Duct tapin, 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)
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, a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my you touch (uh huh)
Kids or you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, faggots ain't killin shit
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
hands and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby),
Graphic, tryin to make dough, "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't dark for long (can't stay dark for long)
say its darkest before the dawn
Calms the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is "Life's After's" like
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter the public say we gon' prove
It ain't another MC that could ya shoes
Cause Biggie is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got and villas
Overseas and 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 after Death" and studied it (that's right)
Listened to the double (yeah)
Now they all spit, they all legit (c'mon)
Frank how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings when you us
P. Diddy run the city, no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty the neck of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
Venice 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)
Niggaz step up, just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned (yeah)
The City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)
wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission

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

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P
I'm slidin the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, home college wanna fuck us (ha)
I here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta (uh huh)
break '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 smokin by the big (yeah)
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy (woo)
I the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking 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
Thank you ... you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You the rest

Rhymes]
Fuck y'all niggaz do?