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 never be another nigga like you
Put your on these motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my spin, lowrider sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I can't hide in New York

I'm it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done been 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
it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a supposed to, Sean

with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All without losin' focus
These rap niggaz hopeless, you can the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz that know Big

Do seem my future's here 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 ain't
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 boil it on a D Dot

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

And still, I try to get money, fly
Finish the race, my crown high
I fly to God, my eyes on the prize
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 seem like my future's now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we 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 put flows out that put clothes out?
Flee the 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 absurd money, private bird
That Bill Gates, Trump, Bloomberg money
Old habits die hard, the Award winner
New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss,

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of dust
is life when you black, rich 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 heard a rumor that ain't changin'
But Lord knows we gon' make it

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