Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your dance, you know how you do it
There's no like you
And there'll never be 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 can't hide in New York

I'm 'bout it in the South, good in the West
a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I been there and did it
Ten years without 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
a Don's supposed to, Sean

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

Do seem my future's 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 ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

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

Sometimes I get for stress relief
Other times I put 'Life Death' on and peep
We ride, a four door Bentley Coupe
Without my nigga on the passenger

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

The life and times of a
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 here now
It feels good to see the sun in the
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I a rumor that things ain't changin'
But Lord that we gon' make it

I'm the king of all kings, I abide by no
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 showed me to do
But in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II'

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

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

Do seem like my here 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 knows we gon' make it

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