Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

As my spin, lowrider sittin' 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 gettin' sweat inside 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 Don's to, Sean

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

Do seem like my future's now
It feels good to see the sun in the
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things changin'
But Lord knows that we gon' it

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

I get drunk for stress relief
Other times I put 'Life After 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 next to God, my eyes on the
away a long time but now I'm re-energized

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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