Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun don't forever
But as long as it's here 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 matter what, we air
And when you somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta by assumin
My keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma you love me baby
It's ten years and we still this motherfucker

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we to give you what you need
(One, two...)
It's all up now
What the fuck y'all 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 high as ever, more hoes and cheddar (yeah)
move around 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, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You know that I'm eight levels above you
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 for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start approachin cowards
we lay around 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 while wifey was him
You heard of us, the murderous, shady
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (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)
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (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 fatso (used to me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots killin shit
Oops Cristal keep shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
hands and say it like me
The shady (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 Underboss of this (let's go)
yours, Frank White

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't stay for long)
say its darkest before the dawn
Calms the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, is what "Life's After's" like
B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter the public say we gon' prove
It ain't another MC that fill ya shoes
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
Overseas and was me, I found out
other MC's been to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the double (yeah)
Now they all spit, like 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 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 one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of your 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
bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, with Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, turned 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 just men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the of the Comission

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

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't 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, lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the watch ya vision
But reach and put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking Chorus]

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

[Busta
Fuck y'all wanna do?