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 another nigga you
Put your foot on motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

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

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

1990 Raw, I you ice
You ain't know who Jacob was, so I 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 to All Stars without losin' focus
rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz ain't know Big

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

Tell me who 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 boil it on a D Dot

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

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

The life and times of a
Dedicate every to claim my designs, mine
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And dump my 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 changin'
But Lord knows that we gon' it

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

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

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

I'm visions like I did a bag of angel dust
This is life when you black, 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 feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

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