Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

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

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to give you you need
(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 shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit around with them pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You know that I'm eight levels above you
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the wrong one to
And rattin on niggaz is gon' leave you smoke
So the thing left now is toast for these cowards (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 around

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most
on the low lately, the feds 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 in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, never
Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick
sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my you touch (uh huh)
Kids or you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
hands and say it like me
The shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay for long (can't stay dark for long)
They say its darkest before the
Calms the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, is what "Life's After's" like
B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the public say we prove
It ain't another MC could fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the
my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and was me, I found out
other MC's been to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the double (yeah)
Now they all spit, like 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 in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty the neck of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide money on the Island (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the life of the

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

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

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking over

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

Rhymes]
Fuck niggaz wanna do?