Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
Verse One: Daddy
Yo the sun don't shine
(BIG: You can the track up a little 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 business before 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, make sure you it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our music you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two above you baby
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
(BIG: This is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna you broke
So the only thing left now is God for these
And BIG you know you too for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these
While they makin up (uhh) you rakin up plats
Two: Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He like me, him and wild wifey 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 mama waitin
Duct tapin, fam destiny
in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns,
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you
Kids or girl you touch, in this I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots killin shit
Ooops Cristal spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold and say it like me
The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to dough, like Jurassic
in quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, me
The of this holocaust
yours, Frank White
Chorus: Rhymes
We got the real live from front to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Puff
Put your on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get laugh on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my on
a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the to go platinum
I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, than acid
P-D, rollin on tape or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We been hot for a long time burnin a candle
What you can do is check distribution
My songs in Houston like Scarface produced em
You ain't like 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, knuckles and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, with two
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no
I'm the witty one, Frank's the from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your connect
No respect squeeze off til all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
placin them in funerals, turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide money on the Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the life of the
2X w/ Puff talking
Aiyyo, can you me out there?
turn me up, nobody can hear me out there
That's good, all fucked up now
Y'all know it's all up now right?
What the fuck y'all do now?
What I'ma do
Can y'all hear me out
Can y'all me out there?
(?) y'all niggaz wanna do
It's all up now
What do now, huh?
What do now
all fucked up now