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 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 business 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 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 you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma you love me baby
(BIG: This is hot!)
Talkin ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that is only gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for these
And BIG you know you too hard for these
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these
While they makin up facts (uhh) you 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 heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of
They say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my
Francis, M to the iz-H
Gun rest under your vest by the
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns,
And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch
Kids or you touch, in this 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 Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like
in quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, me
The Underboss of this
Truly yours, White
Chorus: Busta
We got the real live shit front to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the my bitches at?
my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Daddy
Put money on the table 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 gone
that funny, only use plastic, craft it
to classics, hotter than 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 burnin like a candle
What you can do is your 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 and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, two midas
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, no pity
I'm the one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the of your coke connect
No squeeze off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
placin them in funerals, turned aroused
The Brick City, come off like P-Diddy
rise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just 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, nobody can hear me out
That's good, all fucked up now
Y'all know it's all up now right?
What the fuck y'all gonna do
What I'ma do
Can y'all hear me out
Can y'all me out there?
(?) Fuck y'all wanna do
all fucked up now
What do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now