Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your dance, you know how you do it
no nigga like you
And never be another nigga like you
Put your on these motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

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

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep 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 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 to, Sean

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

Do like 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 ain't
But Lord 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 boil it on a D Dot

Sometimes I get drunk for stress
times I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four door Bentley
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 eyes on the
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 my ashes over N.Y.

Do seem like my 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 ain't changin'
But knows that we gon' make it

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

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

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

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel
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 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 Lord knows that we make it

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