Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

(*talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
2005 nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together
lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, storms that's my kind of weather
gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was them, that they should die it yella
Some of my fans they like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em that I'm Jehova's brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, it it's more fact
Gimmick rappers have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is
The problem is more than that, like Iraq the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a when the rats get em
After the baptism, the in the black hit em
No for that gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, will see the prophecy
at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be me
couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's for me
Rap is dying to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I could bring it back, not only force-ably but
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston
The and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out in these streets, and I see these old
Record labels trying to advance, trying to old material
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon it up
Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"

Then said on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting
Came in and screaming duo, I'm and screaming solo
Disrespecting the a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz Janet
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts
Put your little advance, back in your purse
That nigga say he don't me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't like me fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough twisters, to make the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The to spit it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
Tell 'em it's time to switch they up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the hardest rap and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and spit sicker nigga
Ha-ha, mayn