Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your last dance, you how you do it
There's no nigga you
And there'll never be another nigga 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 it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad tatted on her breast
I done been and did it
Ten years without gettin' inside my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You know who Jacob was, so I showed you twice
it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's to, Sean

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

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

me who shot Big
And the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs
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 Death' on and
We ride, what's a four door Coupe
Without my nigga on the side?

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

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

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

I'm the king of all kings, I abide by no
And do what I do by any
him necessary, the great visionary
Born extraordinary, a life

Who else put flows out that put 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 absurd money, bird money
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, money
Old die hard, the Vanguard Award winner
New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss,

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

Do like 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 things ain't
But Lord knows that we gon' it

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