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

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

I'm 'bout it in the South, good in the West
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

Raw, I showed 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 supposed to,

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

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

me who shot Big
And take the out of 2Pac's ribs
If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the
Put it all in a pot and it on a D Dot beat

Sometimes I get for stress relief
Other I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four door Bentley
Without my on the passenger side?

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

The life and of a mastermind
Dedicate every breath to 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 rumor that things ain't
But Lord that we gon' make it

I'm the king of all kings, I by no rules
And do what I do by any
Call him necessary, the visionary
Born extraordinary, a legendary

Who else put flows out that put clothes
Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my out
Nine-six, Big me what to do
But deep in my heart, is 'No Way Out II'

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

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

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

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