Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

As my Daytons spin, sittin' low
corners so hard, you can taste my rims
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I hide in New York City

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

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

Ride with a chauffeur in loafers
And switch to All Stars 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 feels good to see the sun in the
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we gon' it

Tell me who 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 stress
Other times I put After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four Bentley Coupe
my nigga 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
Been away a long but now I'm re-energized

The life and of a mastermind
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 are talkin'
I heard a rumor that 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 flows out that put 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, bird money
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, money
Old die hard, the Vanguard Award winner
New torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

I'm seein' like I did a bag of angel dust
This is life you black, rich and dangerous
I'm God, I'ma live on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody it better

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 that we gon' make it

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