Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
One: Puff Daddy
Yo the sun don't forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's then we might as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business pleasure
(BIG: The mic is but the beats isn't loud)
and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, sure you hear it right
Don't a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our music you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: Turn shit all the way up, yeah)
You know I'm two levels above you baby
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma you love me baby
(BIG: This is hot!)
Talkin ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for these
And BIG you you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these
While they makin up (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Two: B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of
They say my killin's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H
Gun rest under vest by the abdominal
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan,
action, pack guns,
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you
or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like
Parked in quick to spark kids who shit
See me, me
The of this holocaust
Truly yours, White
Chorus: Rhymes
We got the live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
Where my is at? (2X)
Where the my bitches at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Three: Puff Daddy
Put your on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get laugh on
See you Dog, I'ma get my stash on
a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go
Said I'd it up til all the cash gone
Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, than acid
P-D, rollin on your or CD
The killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check distribution
My songs bump in like Scarface produced em
You ain't gotta me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you it how it might be
Verse Four: B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and
The heaers in the two-seaters, with two
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, no pity
I'm the one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all diminish
for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek
Black Rob joined the mob, it no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
placin them in funerals, criminals aroused
The City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the life of the
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can me out there
That's good, it's all up now
know it's all fucked up now right?
What the fuck gonna do now?
What do now?
Can y'all me out there?
Can y'all me out there?
(?) Fuck y'all niggaz do
all fucked up now
What do now, huh?
I'ma do now
It's all up now