Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
me out right here yo
Verse One: Puff
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 well shine
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now never business before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the beats loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, make sure you it right
Don't a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the up)
Our music you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know I'm two levels above you baby
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma you love me baby
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna you broke
So the thing left now is God for these cats
And BIG you you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too for these cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you up plats
Two: Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild 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 your mama waitin
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H
Gun rest under your vest by the
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few
And I a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan,
action, pack guns,
And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Ooops keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold and say it like me
The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like
Parked in to spark kids who start shit
See me, me
The of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank
Busta Rhymes
We got the real live shit from front to
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the my bitches at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Three: Puff Daddy
Put your on the table and get your math on
it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, 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, use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter than
P-D, on your tape or CD
The Billboard killa, no team
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We been hot for a long time like a candle
you can do is check your distribution
My bump in Houston like 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
P-Diddy run the city, show no
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, sheek
Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
placin them in funerals, turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission
Chorus 2X w/ Puff
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
Aiyyo turn me up, can hear me out there
That's good, all fucked up now
know it's all fucked up now right?
What the fuck y'all gonna do
What I'ma do
Can y'all hear me out
Can hear me out there?
(?) y'all niggaz wanna do
all fucked up now
What do now, huh?
I'ma do now
It's all up now