Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out here yo
Verse One: Daddy
Yo the sun don't shine
(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 together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business pleasure
(BIG: The mic is but the beats 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, make 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: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
(BIG: This is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
So the only left now is God for these cats
And BIG you know you too for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up
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, most
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
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H
Gun rest your vest by the abdominal
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns,
And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I
Two auto-matoes, used to call me
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all ain't killin shit
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, tryin to make dough, Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start
See me, me
The of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank
Busta Rhymes
We got the real shit from front to back
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
Where my is at? (2X)
Where the my bitches at?
my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: 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
a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the to go platinum
I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it
to make classics, than acid
P-D, on your tape or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every
We been hot for a long time burnin a candle
What you can do is check your
My songs bump in Houston like 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 Notorious 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 witty one, Frank's the crook from the
Matty broke the neck of your connect
No squeeze off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish
Venice 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 macin them
them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
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 life of the
Chorus 2X w/ Puff
Aiyyo, can you me out there?
Aiyyo turn me up, can hear me out there
That's good, it's all up now
Y'all it's all fucked up now right?
What the fuck y'all do now?
I'ma do now?
Can y'all hear me out
Can y'all hear me out
(?) Fuck y'all wanna do
all fucked up now
What do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now