Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out here yo
One: Puff Daddy
Yo the sun don't forever
(BIG: You can turn the up a little bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here then we might as shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the 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 a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(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 I'm two levels above you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for cats
And BIG you you too hard for these cats
I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin up (uhh) you rakin 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 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 waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat lays in my
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under vest by the abdominal
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch
or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me
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 zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start
See me, me
The of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank
Chorus: Rhymes
We got the real live shit from 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)
Three: Puff Daddy
Put your money on the table and get your on
Break it down, it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, get my stash on
a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I lose the passion to go platinum
I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, 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 check your
My bump in Houston like Scarface produced em
You ain't like me, you just 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, knuckles 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 crook from the
Matty broke the of your coke connect
No respect off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no him
Niggaz step up, we just them
placin them in funerals, criminals turned
The City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the of the Comission
Chorus 2X w/ Puff
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can me out there
good, it's all fucked up now
Y'all know it's all fucked up now
What the y'all gonna do now?
I'ma do now?
Can hear me out there?
Can y'all hear me out
(?) y'all niggaz wanna do
It's all up now
I'ma do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now