Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your last dance, you how you do it
There's no nigga you
And there'll never be nigga like you
Put your on these motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can my rims
top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint
I hide in New York City

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the
Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad tatted on her breast
I done been and did it
Ten without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted

Raw, I showed you ice
You ain't who Jacob was, so I showed you twice
When it was About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,

Ride with a chauffeur in loafers
And switch to All Stars without losin'
These rap hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma for niggaz that ain't know Big

Do seem my future's here now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things changin'
But knows that we gon' make it

me who shot Big
And take the bullets out of 2Pac's
If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot

I get drunk for stress relief
Other I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, a four door Bentley Coupe
Without my nigga on the passenger

And still, I try to get money, fly
Finish the race, holdin' my crown
I fly to God, my eyes on the prize
Been away a long time but now I'm

The and times of a mastermind
Dedicate every to claim my designs, mine
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And dump my ashes N.Y.

Do seem like my here now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I a rumor that things ain't changin'
But Lord that we gon' make it

I'm the king of all kings, I abide by no
And do I do by any means
Call him necessary, the great
Born extraordinary, a legendary

Who put flows out that put clothes out?
Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my out
Nine-six, Big showed me to do
But deep in my heart, is 'No Way Out II'

I absurd money, private bird money
That Bill Gates, Trump, Bloomberg money
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard Award
New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss,

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel
This is when you black, rich and dangerous
I'm God, I'ma live on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody does it

Do like my future's here now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' that the people are
I heard a rumor that things ain't
But Lord that we gon' make it

So there y'all it
Words from a wise great
We love it you speak the truth, daddy
ever stop, please, don't ever stop