Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

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

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, gimmick gon die together
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her
She shoulda left the club, of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms that's my of weather
gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like was telling them, that they should die it yella
Some of my they look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, Iraq when 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 is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, niggaz will see the
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be 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 dying to me, I'm the 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 your truth is a big
What you choosing if you're choosing, to into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out here in these streets, and I see 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 with no mo'
But 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting homo
in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll vanish
We rise up and then we up on haters, prepare 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 gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put your little advance, back in purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't 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 invite me, you don't me come fight me
And if you can't the flight, and you don't like me then write me
I ain't concerned, any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the tongue
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, call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Green, Lantern 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 nigga and if you beg to
Step to the mic, and spit some'ing sicker
Ha-ha, Chamillitary