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 never be another like you
Put your foot on these motherfuckers'
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 in New York City

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

Raw, I showed 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 supposed to, Sean

Ride a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And to All Stars without losin' focus
These rap hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz ain't know Big

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

Tell me who Big
And take the 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

Sometimes I get drunk for stress
Other I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four Bentley Coupe
Without my nigga on the side?

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 life and times of a
every breath to claim 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 feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor things ain't changin'
But Lord knows we gon' make 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 legendary

Who else put flows out that put out?
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 spend absurd money, private bird
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, money
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard winner
New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss,

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, does it better

Do seem like my future's now
It feels good to see the sun in the
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 y'all it
Words from a great king
We it when you speak the truth, daddy
ever stop, please, don't ever stop