Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, is your last dance, you know how you do it
no nigga like 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
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I can't hide in New York

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep in the West
Know a from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done there and did it
Ten years without gettin' inside my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You know who Jacob was, so I showed you twice
When it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two on my arm
a Don's supposed to, Sean

Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci
And switch to All Stars losin' focus
rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz that know Big

Do seem like my 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 ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

Tell me who 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 it on a D Dot beat

Sometimes I get drunk for stress
Other times I put 'Life After on and peep
We ride, what's a four door Coupe
Without my on the passenger side?

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

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

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 changin'
But Lord knows 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 else put flows out put clothes out?
the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out
Nine-six, Big me what to do
But in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II'

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

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

Do like my future's here now
It feels 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 knows that we make it

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