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 forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's 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 beats loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the up)
Our music keeps you movin, are you provin?
(BIG: Turn that all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two above you baby
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
(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 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 cause I'm too smart for cats
While they up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, shady
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of
They say my killin's too
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 rest your vest by the abdominal
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns,
And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold and say it like me
The most shady, baby, fantastic
Graphic, to make dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who shit
See me, me
The of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank
Busta Rhymes
We got the live 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?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Daddy
Put your money on the table and get math on
Break it down, split it up, get laugh on
See you Dog, I'ma get my stash on
a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never the passion to go platinum
I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't funny, only 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 time burnin like a candle
you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston Scarface produced em
You ain't like me, you just mad
Cause I it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
Verse Four: B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and
The heaers in the two-seaters, with two
Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us
run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook the Brook'
Matty broke the of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek
Black Rob the mob, it ain't no replacin him
step up, we just macin them
placin them in funerals, criminals turned
The City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide money on the Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
day in the life 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, all fucked up now
Y'all it's all fucked up now right?
What the fuck y'all do now?
What do now?
Can y'all me out there?
Can y'all me out there?
(?) Fuck niggaz wanna do
It's all up now
I'ma do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now