Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, is your last dance, you know how you do it
There's no like you
And there'll never be 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
top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint
I can't hide in New York

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the
Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad tatted on her breast
I been there and did it
Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You ain't know who Jacob was, so I you twice
it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's to, Sean

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

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

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

Sometimes I get drunk for relief
Other I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
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, holdin' my high
I fly next to God, my on the prize
Been away a long time but now I'm

The and times of a mastermind
Dedicate every breath to 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' the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't
But Lord that we gon' make it

I'm the king of all kings, I by no rules
And do what I do by any
him necessary, the great visionary
Born extraordinary, a 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, money
Old habits die hard, the Award winner
New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss,

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

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

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