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

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

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the
Know a from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done there 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
When it was About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
a Don's supposed to, Sean

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

Do seem like my future's now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' that the people are
I heard a 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 reverse the car, reverse the beef
Put it all in a pot and it on a D Dot beat

I get drunk for stress relief
Other I put 'Life 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, holdin' my high
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 to claim my designs, mine
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And dump my over N.Y.

Do seem like my future's now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't
But Lord knows that we gon' 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, 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
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
Old die hard, the Vanguard Award winner
New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss,

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

Do seem my future's here now
It feels 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 have it
Words from a wise king
We it when you speak the truth, daddy
Don't ever stop, please, don't stop