Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

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

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the
a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done there and did it
Ten years gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You ain't who Jacob was, so I showed you twice
When it was 'All the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's to, Sean

Ride a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All without losin' focus
rap niggaz hopeless, you can change 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' that the people are
I heard a rumor that ain't changin'
But knows that we gon' make it

me who shot Big
And take the bullets out of ribs
If I could, I reverse 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, what's a four door Bentley
Without my nigga on the side?

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

The life and times of a
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 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 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 flows out that put out?
Flee the weather, short sleeves with my toes out
Nine-six, Big me what to do
But deep in my heart, is 'No Way Out II'

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

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

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

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