Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

As my spin, lowrider sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can my rims
top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint
I can't in New York City

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

1990 Raw, I you ice
You ain't know who was, so I showed you twice
it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's to, Sean

with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars losin' focus
These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the
But shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

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

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

Sometimes I get for stress relief
times I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four door Bentley
Without my nigga on the side?

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

The and times of a mastermind
Dedicate every breath to 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 feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' that the are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't
But Lord knows we gon' make it

I'm the king of all kings, I abide by no
And do what I do by any
Call him necessary, the visionary
Born extraordinary, a life

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

I spend money, private bird money
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, money
Old die hard, the Vanguard Award winner
New York gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

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

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

So y'all have it
Words a wise great king
We it when you speak the truth, daddy
ever stop, please, don't ever stop