Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
Verse One: Daddy
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 here then we might as well together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business before
(BIG: The mic is loud but the beats loud)
and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you somethin, make sure you hear it right
make 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 that I'm two levels you baby
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you 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 you too hard for these cats
I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats
they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Two: B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, shady
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of
They say my killin's too
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib 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 bars so I can buy a few
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
Excellence is my presence, never
hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't shit
Ooops Cristal spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, to make dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start
See me, me
The of this holocaust
yours, Frank White
Chorus: Rhymes
We got the live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
Where my is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Daddy
Put your money on the table and get your on
Break it down, split it up, get your on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my on
There's a bed of money that I get my ass on
I lose the passion to go platinum
Said I'd it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, use plastic, craft it
to make classics, than acid
P-D, on your tape or CD
The killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every
We been hot for a long time burnin a candle
What you can do is your distribution
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 Four: B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights
The in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your connect
No respect squeeze off til all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it no replacin him
Niggaz up, we just macin them
placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, come off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide money on the 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 me up, nobody can hear me out there
That's good, it's all up now
Y'all know it's all fucked up now
What the fuck y'all do now?
What do now?
Can hear me out there?
Can y'all me out there?
(?) Fuck y'all wanna do
It's all up now
What do now, huh?
I'ma do now
It's all up now