Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die
Told lil' mama I drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to find a
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 they should die it
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, face it it's fact
Gimmick rappers have heart attacks, when you tell 'em God is back
The problem is more that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You me you gon be done, like 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
at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be me
couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I bring it back, not only force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if choosing, to jump into the confusion
You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

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

Then they said on the radio, I beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and solo
the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, niggaz'll 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 chest piece, to make niggaz remember Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
Put your little advance, back in your purse
That say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't like me come me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you like me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of your
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could it sun burn
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, then call up DJ
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
'em it's time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

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