Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
Verse Puff Daddy
Yo the sun don't shine
(BIG: You can the track up a little bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here we might as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is but the beats isn't loud)
and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two above you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, make you love me baby
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna you broke
So the thing left now is God for these cats
And BIG you you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you up plats
Verse Two: B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You of us, the murderous, most shady
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of
They say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
Duct tapin, fam destiny
in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun under your vest by the abdominal
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never
Never hesitant, a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, guns, ridiculous
And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all faggots ain't shit
Ooops keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, tryin to make dough, Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who shit
See me, me
The Underboss of this
Truly yours, White
Chorus: Busta
We got the real live shit from front to
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the my bitches at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Three: Puff Daddy
Put your money on the table and get your on
Break it down, split it up, get laugh on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my on
There's a bed of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go
Said I'd live it up til all the gone
that funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter acid
P-D, rollin on your or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We been hot for a long time burnin a candle
What you can do is your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you it how it might be
Verse Four: B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, with two
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of coke connect
No respect off til all y'all diminish
for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, loops
Black Rob the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just them
placin them in funerals, turned aroused
The City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
rise, I play men
Hide money on the Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the life of the
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you me out there?
Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can me out there
That's good, all fucked up now
Y'all it's all fucked up now right?
the fuck y'all gonna do now?
What do now?
Can y'all me out there?
Can y'all me out there?
(?) y'all niggaz wanna do
all fucked up now
What I'ma do now,
What do now
It's all up now