Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, gimmick gon die together
Told lil' mama I drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms that's my kind of
gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, that should die it yella
Some of my fans they look Cham, but say I am better
the though 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 'em that God is back
The problem is more that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack the rats get em
After the baptism, the black in the hit em
No need for that gat, cause fact is the raps em
Live life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how you possibly, think that you could be stopping me
Destiny stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper they to see
I bring it back, not only force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump the confusion
You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

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

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

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