Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is last dance, you know how you do it
There's no like 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 Daytons spin, lowrider low
corners so hard, you can taste my rims
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I can't in New York City

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do like my future's here now
It good 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 that we gon' make it

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