Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your dance, you know how you do it
There's no nigga you
And there'll never be another nigga you
Put your foot on these necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

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

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

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

Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci
And switch to All Stars losin' focus
These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the
But I'ma shine for that ain't know Big

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

me who shot Big
And take the bullets out of 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 relief
Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and
We ride, what's a four door Coupe
Without my on the passenger side?

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

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

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 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 sleeves with my out
Nine-six, Big me what to do
But in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II'

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

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

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 that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows we gon' make it

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