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 there'll be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these motherfuckers'
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can 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
Know a from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done there and did it
Ten years gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted

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

Ride with a chauffeur in loafers
And switch to All Stars without losin'
rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks
But shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

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

Tell me who Big
And the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs
If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot

I get drunk for stress relief
Other times I put 'Life After on and peep
We ride, what's a four door Bentley
my nigga on the passenger side?

And still, I try to get money, fly
the race, holdin' my crown high
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
Dedicate every breath to 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 things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we gon' it

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

Who else put flows out that put clothes
Flee the cold weather, short with my toes 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 Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard winner
New York gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

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

Do seem like my here now
It feels good to see the sun in the
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't
But knows that we gon' make it

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