Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes I get drunk for relief
Other times I put After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a door Bentley 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
away a long time but now I'm re-energized

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

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

I'm the of all kings, I abide by no rules
And do what I do by any
him necessary, the great visionary
Born extraordinary, a legendary

Who else put flows out that put clothes
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 absurd money, bird money
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
Old die hard, the Vanguard Award winner
New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss,

I'm seein' visions I did a bag of angel dust
is life when you black, rich and dangerous
I'm God, I'ma live on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, does it better

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 knows that we gon' make it

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