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 these motherfuckers'
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 hide in New York City

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

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

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 that ain't Big

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 rumor that things ain't
But Lord that we gon' make 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 boil it on a D Dot

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

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

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

Do seem 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 ain't 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 visionary
extraordinary, a life legendary

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

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

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

Do like my future's 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 ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we gon' it

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