Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

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

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to you what you need
(One, two...)
all fucked up now
What the fuck y'all 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 high as ever, more and more cheddar (yeah)
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You know that I'm levels above you nigga
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 only gon' leave you
So the only thing left now is toast for these (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we approachin these cowards
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 of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of Satan, they say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest under vest by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, (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 this world I (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, faggots ain't killin shit
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady (most shady), baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, to make dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of this (let's go)
yours, Frank White

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't dark for long)
They say its darkest the dawn
Calms before the (c'mon)
I'm happy Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the 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 that could ya shoes
Cause Biggie is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got and villas
Overseas and was me, I found out
other MC's tryin to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life after Death" and studied it (that's right)
Listened to the disc (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 knuckles and (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, 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 from the (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of your coke (say what?)
No squeeze off 'til 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
Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, with just and 'em (yeah)
Placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide money on the Island (c'mon), y'all 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

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

- 4X

[P. Diddy - 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 begun
Thank you ... you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You know the

[Busta
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