Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun shine forever
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?
right, no matter what, we air tight
And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it
Don't make a ass outta by assumin
My keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
It's ten years and we runnin this motherfucker

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

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we stay alive forever (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
Don't make a ass outta yourself 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 heard of you nigga, nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these (that's right)
They pop shit we start approachin 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 like me, hit him while wifey was him
You heard of us, the murderous, 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
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat lays in my (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest under vest by the abdominal (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)
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick
Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, y'all ain't killin shit
Oops Cristal keep shit, you overdid it homes (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 spark kids who shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The of this holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad from P. Diddy
We got the live shit from front 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?
Where my is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it stay 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. rockin the John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's"
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the public say we gon'
It ain't another MC that could fill ya
Cause Smalls is the illest
my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and what was me, I out
other MC's been to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, like they all (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 in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
P. run the city, show no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), the crook from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty the neck of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, with just and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, 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 life of the

[P.
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks 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 vehicles is long to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get 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 here to knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor
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 watch botherin ya
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 from now we'll still be on top
We've just
Thank you ... you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You the rest

[Busta
Fuck y'all wanna do?