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 be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can my rims
top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint
I hide in New York City

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

Raw, I showed you ice
You ain't know who Jacob was, so I you twice
it was 'All 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 without losin' focus
These rap hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz that know Big

Do seem like my here 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 changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

Tell me who Big
And take the bullets out of 2Pac's
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
Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and
We ride, what's a four door Coupe
Without my nigga on the passenger

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

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

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 a rumor that things ain't changin'
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 great
Born extraordinary, a life

Who else put flows out that put clothes
Flee the cold weather, 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 bird
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, money
Old habits die hard, the 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 God, I'ma live on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody it better

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

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