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 shine 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 when you somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you
You that I'm two levels above you baby
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 to give you what you need
(One, two...)
It's all up now
What the fuck gonna do now?

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we stay alive forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move with them pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", you sloppy
You know that I'm levels above you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the wrong one to
And rattin on is only gon' leave you smoke
So the thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these (that's right)
pop shit 'til we start approachin these 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 while was with him
You of us, the murderous, most 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 crib
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (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, never
Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like (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 touch (say what?), in this world I (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, faggots ain't killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
hands and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, to make 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 holocaust (let's go)
yours, Frank White

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P.
We got the real live shit from 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 dark for long (can't stay dark for long)
They say its 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, 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 that could ya shoes
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my the chillest, got homes and villas
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 other (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)
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 when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), the crook from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the of your coke connect (say what?)
No squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish (take that)
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob 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, nobody off like P. Diddy (woo)
wise, I play men
Hide money on the 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, Banks talk to 'em

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress argues and steams 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 Master P
I'm through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you (say what?)
sick 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 'fore I lay on the buried
besides, rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (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 like it's part of ya religion (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
just begun
Thank you ... you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You the rest

Rhymes]
Fuck y'all niggaz do?