Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun shine forever
But as long as it's then we might as well shine together
Better now never, business before pleasure
P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
And when you hear somethin, sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself by
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 runnin 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 gonna do

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we might as die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them pounds and (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I grab it
Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna me
I'm cocky, "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You that I'm eight levels above you nigga
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the wrong one to
And rattin on niggaz is only leave you smoke
So the only thing now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards (that's right)
They pop 'til we start approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

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 heard of us, the murderous, most
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
Duct tapin, fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun under your 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)
Excellence is my presence, 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 (used to call me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, faggots ain't killin shit
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
hands and say it like me
The most (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of this (let's go)
Truly yours, White

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't dark for long)
They say its before the dawn
before the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason Betha's now the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's"
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter the public say we gon' prove
It ain't another MC that could fill ya
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
Overseas and was me, I found out
other been tryin to find ya route (haha)
ill when 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 disc (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 in the two-seaters, with 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 witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook the Brook' (c'mon)
broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
took 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 Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody come off P. Diddy (woo)
wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission

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

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch like she Latifah (haha)
Now all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin 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?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), followin to cuff 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 floor
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah)
And the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya like it's part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. - talking over Chorus]

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

[Busta
y'all niggaz wanna do?