Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Talking*)
That's what it is, "The of Revenge"
Summer 2005 nigga,

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together
Told mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to a fella
The villain's born, dark that's my kind of weather
Sending niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, that 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 told 'em that I'm Jehova's brother, the God of rap
Don't play me you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick rappers heart attacks,
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, like a snack the rats get em
After the baptism, the 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
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, that you could be stopping me
Destiny stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga '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 only force-ably but
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising

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

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

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