Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
Verse One: Puff
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 here then we might as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the isn't loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
(BIG: YEAH!)
So you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the up)
Our music keeps you movin, are you provin?
(BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for cats
And BIG you know you too for these cats
I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats
While 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 like me, him and wifey was wit em
You of us, the murderous, most shady
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of
say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H
Gun rest under your 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, tense
hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch
Kids or you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't shit
Ooops keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like
Parked in to spark kids who start shit
See me, me
The Underboss of holocaust
Truly yours, Frank
Chorus: Busta
We got the real shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Puff
Put your money on the and get your math on
Break it down, it up, get your laugh on
See you Dog, I'ma get my stash 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 cash
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it
to make classics, hotter than
P-D, rollin on your or CD
The killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every
We been hot for a time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check distribution
My bump in Houston like Scarface produced em
You ain't gotta me, you just mad
I tell 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
run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of coke connect
No respect off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the life of the
2X w/ Puff 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 up now right?
the fuck y'all gonna do now?
What I'ma do
Can hear me out there?
Can y'all hear me out
(?) y'all niggaz wanna do
all fucked up now
What do now, huh?
I'ma do now
It's all up now