Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, is your last dance, you know how you do it
There's no like you
And never be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

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

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

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

Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci
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 seem like my here now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' that the people are
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 it on a D Dot beat

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

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

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

Do like my future's here now
It good 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 Lord knows that we gon' it

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

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

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

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

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 rumor things ain't changin'
But knows that we gon' make it

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