Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun don't shine
But as long as it's then we might as well shine together
Better now than never, business 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 yourself by
My music keeps you movin, what are you
You that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma you love me baby
It's ten years and we still runnin motherfucker

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

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we stay alive forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them pounds and (uh)
faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have 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 eight levels you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never 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 left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 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 wifey was with him
You of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of Satan, they say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
Duct tapin, fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest under your vest by the (yeah)
Rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, never
Never hesitant, a nigga 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 (say what?), in this world I clutch (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
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
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 kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, White

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't dark for long)
They say its darkest the dawn
Calms before the (c'mon)
I'm Mason Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's"
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 Biggie Smalls is the
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
Overseas and was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on 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)
tell 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, two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings you meet 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 the neck of your coke connect (say what?)
No squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we (take that)
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him (Black Rob, I see you)
step up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin in funerals, criminals 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 over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and 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 than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, home 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 to discuss 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, every rapper a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head 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 now we'll still be on top
We've just
you ... thank you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You know the

Rhymes]
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