Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

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

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

Raw, I showed you ice
You know who Jacob 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,

with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars without focus
These rap hopeless, you can change the locks
But shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who else put flows out that put out?
Flee the cold weather, 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, private money
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg
Old die hard, the Vanguard Award winner
New torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

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

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

So there have it
Words from a wise great
We love it you speak the truth, daddy
Don't ever stop, please, ever stop