Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
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?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it
Don't make a ass outta by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you
You know I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
ten years and we still 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 y'all gonna do

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more (yeah)
G-Unit move with them pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, "Rocky", nigga 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 niggaz is only gon' leave you
So the only left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, most of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start approachin these
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 me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of Satan, they say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
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 so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh)
Kids or girl you (say what?), in this 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 faggots ain't killin
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
hands and say it like me
The shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, to spark 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 libs P. Diddy
We got the real live from front to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
my niggaz is at?
Where my is at?
Where the my bitches at?
my bitches is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't stay for long)
They say its darkest before the
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 Sean (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
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
Overseas and what was me, I out
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life after Death" and studied it (that's right)
to the double 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 knuckles and (yeah, c'mon)
The in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings when you 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 respect squeeze off 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, just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. (woo)
wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the life of the

[P.
Oh it over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long enough to the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring hoes, home 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), followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it comes to I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't (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 botherin ya
But and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - over Chorus]

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

[Busta
y'all niggaz wanna do?