Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun don't forever
But as as it's here then we might as well shine together
now than never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it
Don't make a ass outta by assumin
My music keeps you movin, are you provin?
You know I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
It's ten years and we runnin this motherfucker

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to give you what you
(One, two...)
all fucked up now
What the y'all gonna do now?

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't alive forever (yeah)
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You know that I'm eight levels you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on niggaz is only gon' you smoke
So the only thing left now is toast for these (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start approachin these
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest under your by the abdominal (yeah)
a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't shit
Oops keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby),
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who start (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of this (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs P. Diddy
We got the live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
my niggaz is at?
Where my is at?
Where the fuck my at?
my bitches is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for (can't stay dark for long)
They say its before the dawn
before the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's"
B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the say we gon' prove
It ain't MC that could fill ya shoes
Cause Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got and villas
Overseas and what was me, I out
other been tryin to find ya route (haha)
It's ill MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the double (yeah)
Now they all spit, they all legit (c'mon)
Frank how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings when you us
P. run the city, show no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of your coke (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish (take that)
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him (Black Rob, I see you)
step up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody come off P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), just betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission

[P.
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks to 'em

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen (haha)
Now all the vehicles is enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the (uh)
So the spring hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I blow the outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big (yeah)
And changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the watch ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya (yeah)

- 4X

[P. - talking over Chorus]

you at?
you at?
you at?
you at?
I y'all, ten years from now we'll still be on top
We've just
you ... thank you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You know the

[Busta
y'all niggaz wanna do?