Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together
lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms my kind of weather
Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy
Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella
Some of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am
the though of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I 'em that I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's more
Gimmick rappers heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The is more than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, a snack when the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause fact is the kill em
Live your life like a mockery, niggaz 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
Destiny stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but tell 'em it's time for me
Rap is dying to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I could bring it back, not force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the
You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

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

Then they said on the radio, I beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go it, cause rappers be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm and screaming solo
Disrespecting the a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never vanish
We rise up and we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya teflon on, you go get it plant it
Rip off your piece, to make niggaz remember Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
Put your little advance, back in purse ha-ha
That say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type that'll me
You don't like me invite me, you like me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't like me then me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the turn
the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun burn
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The trillest to it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's time to switch they up, with the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the hardest rap and if you beg to differ
to the mic, and spit some'ing sicker nigga
Ha-ha, Chamillitary