Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
me out right here yo
Verse Puff Daddy
Yo the sun don't forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here then we might as well together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than business before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is but the beats isn't loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
right, no matter what, we air tight
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, make sure you it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our music you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: Turn that all the way up, yeah)
You know I'm two levels above you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
(BIG: This is hot!)
crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna leave you
So the only left now is God for these cats
And BIG you you too hard for these cats
I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats
they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Two: B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of
They say my killin's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
Duct tapin, fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns,
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you
or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all faggots ain't shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes
You in the danger zone, you be alone
hands and say it like me
The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, Jurassic
in quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, me
The Underboss of holocaust
yours, Frank White
Chorus: Rhymes
We got the real live shit front to back
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
Where my is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Daddy
Put money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get laugh on
See you later Dog, get my stash on
There's a bed full of that I get my ass on
I never the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the gone
Ain't that funny, use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter than
P-D, rollin on your or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every
We been hot for a long time burnin like a
What you can do is check distribution
My songs bump in Houston like produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you mad
Cause I it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and
The heaers in the two-seaters, two midas
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your connect
No respect off til all y'all diminish
for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, loops
Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we macin them
placin them in funerals, criminals aroused
The Brick City, come off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide money on the Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the of the Comission
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
Aiyyo turn me up, can hear me out there
That's good, it's all up now
Y'all know it's all fucked up now
What the fuck y'all gonna do
What do now?
Can y'all hear me out
Can y'all hear me out
(?) Fuck y'all wanna do
all fucked up now
What do now, huh?
What do now
all fucked up now