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 be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these motherfuckers'
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 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 been and did it
Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my 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 to, Sean

Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci
And switch to All without losin' focus
These rap 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 feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a that things ain't changin'
But Lord that we gon' make it

me who shot Big
And the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs
If I could, I reverse 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 I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four Bentley Coupe
Without my on the passenger side?

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

The life and times of a
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 future's 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 knows that we gon' make it

I'm the of all kings, I abide by no rules
And do I do by any means
Call him necessary, the visionary
extraordinary, a life legendary

Who else put flows out that put out?
Flee the cold weather, short sleeves 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, Trump, Bloomberg money
Old die hard, the Vanguard Award winner
New York gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

I'm seein' like 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, nobody does it

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

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