Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

(*talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
2005 nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die
Told lil' mama I drama, no one tried to tell her
She left the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark that's my kind of weather
gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella
of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, it it's more fact
Gimmick rappers have heart attacks, when you tell 'em God is back
The problem is more than that, Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, a snack when the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, that you could be stopping me
Destiny stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the they trying to see
I could bring it back, not only but violently
and gentlemen, introducing from Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a nigga

(*talking*)
I'm out here in these streets, and I see these old
Record labels to advance, trying to drop old material
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you
Hey red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, to panic
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to niggaz remember Janet
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
Put your little advance, in your purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type that'll me
You don't like me invite me, you don't me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you like me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the turn
the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun burn
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, then up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the hardest rap and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and spit some'ing sicker
Ha-ha, mayn