Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun don't forever
But as long as here then we might as well shine together
Better now than never, business before
P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
And when you hear somethin, make you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself by
My music keeps you movin, are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
It's ten years and we still runnin motherfucker

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

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't alive forever (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 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 grab it
Don't make a ass outta yourself stop me
I'm cocky, "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm eight levels above you
I'll plug you nigga, I heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on niggaz is only leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start approachin cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He like me, hit him while 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 mama waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few (uh huh)
And I a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, never
hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (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, to call 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 zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie (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 this (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

[Chorus - Busta - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy
We got the live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
Where my 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)
They say its darkest the dawn
before 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)
right, this is what "Life's After's" like
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
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
Overseas and what was me, I out
MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on other (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life after Death" and studied it (that's right)
to the double disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, like all legit (c'mon)
Frank 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, with two (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the (c'mon)
Matty broke the of your coke connect (say what?)
No squeeze off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish (take that)
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, just Mase and 'em (yeah)
them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, come off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide money on the Island (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the life of the

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

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna 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 to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - over 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

Rhymes]
Fuck y'all wanna do?