Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your last dance, you how you do it
no nigga like 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 spin, lowrider sittin' 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
Know a chick from Watts with Boy' tatted on her breast
I done there and did it
Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee

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

Ride with a chauffeur in loafers
And to All Stars without losin' focus
rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz that ain't Big

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

me who shot Big
And take the out of 2Pac's ribs
If I could, I would the car, reverse the beef
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 on and peep
We ride, what's a four Bentley Coupe
Without my nigga on the passenger

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

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 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 make it

I'm the of all kings, I abide by no rules
And do I do by any means
Call him necessary, the great
extraordinary, a life legendary

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

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

I'm seein' visions I did a bag of angel dust
This is life you black, rich and dangerous
I'm God, I'ma live on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, does it better

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

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