Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

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

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die together
Told lil' I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of to find a fella
The villain's born, dark that's my kind of weather
Sending niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella
Some of my fans they like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em that I'm Jehova's brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it more fact
rappers have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, like Iraq the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a when the rats get em
After the baptism, the black in the hit em
No need for that gat, cause fact is the kill 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 could you possibly, think that you be stopping me
Destiny stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, 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 rapper trying to see
I could bring it back, not force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your is a big illusion
you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and it into a bruising nigga

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

Then they said on the radio, I ain't beefing rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go it, cause rappers be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm and screaming solo
Disrespecting the a no-no, I'll 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 niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put your little advance, in your purse ha-ha
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 like me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't like me then me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack like gum
I got enough twisters, to make the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I give it sun burn
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, call up DJ Whoo-Kid
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 hardest rap nigga and if you beg to
Step to the mic, and some'ing sicker nigga
Ha-ha, mayn