Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is last dance, you know how you do it
no nigga like you
And there'll be another nigga like you
Put your foot on motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

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

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 sweat inside my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You ain't know who was, so I showed you twice
When it was 'All the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's to, Sean

Ride with a in Gucci loafers
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 rumor that things changin'
But Lord knows we gon' make it

me who shot Big
And take the 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
times 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
Finish the race, holdin' my crown
I fly next to God, my on the prize
Been away a long but now I'm re-energized

The and times of a mastermind
Dedicate every breath to my designs, mine
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And dump my ashes 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 are talkin'
I heard a that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

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

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

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

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of dust
is life when you black, rich and dangerous
I'm with God, I'ma live on
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody does it

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

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