Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your last dance, you how you do it
There's no nigga you
And never be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can my rims
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I can't in New York City

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep in the West
Know a chick from with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done there and did it
Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee

Raw, I showed you ice
You ain't know who was, so I showed you twice
When it was 'All the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,

Ride with a chauffeur in loafers
And to All Stars without losin' focus
rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz that ain't Big

Do seem like my here now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I heard a that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we gon' it

Tell me who Big
And take the out of 2Pac's ribs
If I could, I would the car, reverse the beef
Put it all in a pot and it on a D Dot beat

Sometimes I get drunk for stress
Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and
We ride, what's a four Bentley Coupe
Without my on the passenger side?

And still, I try to get money, fly
Finish the race, my crown high
I fly next to God, my on the prize
Been away a long time but now I'm

The life and times of a
Dedicate breath to claim my designs, mine
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And my ashes over N.Y.

Do seem like my here now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' that the are talkin'
I heard a rumor that ain't changin'
But Lord knows we gon' make it

I'm the king of all kings, I by no rules
And do I do by any means
Call him necessary, the visionary
extraordinary, a life legendary

Who else put flows out that put out?
Flee the weather, short sleeves with my toes out
Nine-six, Big me what to do
But deep in my heart, is 'No Way Out II'

I spend absurd money, bird money
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard Award
New York gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

I'm visions like I did a bag of angel dust
This is life when you black, rich and
I'm God, I'ma live on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody it better

Do like my future's here now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a that things ain't changin'
But Lord that we gon' make it

So there have it
Words from a great king
We love it when you the truth, daddy
ever stop, please, don't ever stop