Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun don't shine
But as long as it's here we might as well shine together
now than never, business before pleasure
P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
And you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass yourself by assumin
My music keeps you movin, are you provin?
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 proceed to you what you need
(One, two...)
It's all up now
What the fuck y'all gonna do

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay forever (yeah)
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around them pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta 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 heard 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 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 heard of us, the murderous, most
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest under your vest by the (yeah)
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all ain't killin shit
Oops keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady (most shady), baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who shit (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 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?
the fuck my bitches at?
Where my is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it stay dark for long (can't stay dark for long)
They say its darkest the dawn
Calms before the (c'mon)
I'm happy Betha's 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 that fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie is the illest
my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
It's ill MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life Death" and they 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 when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, 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 respect squeeze off all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we (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 in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide money on the Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission

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

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch like she Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier 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 knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff 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 rapper ain't a star, and 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 know the botherin 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 still be on top
just begun
Thank you ... you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You the rest

[Busta
Fuck y'all wanna do?