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 lil' 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 that's my kind of weather
Sending gimmick to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, that they should die it
Some of my they look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one spit a rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, it it's more fact
Gimmick rappers heart attacks,
when you tell 'em God is back
The problem is than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You me you gon be done, like a snack when the rats get em
After the baptism, the in the black hit em
No need for gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, niggaz will see the
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever you on top of me
Nigga how you possibly, think that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z 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
and gentlemen, introducing from Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big
What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump the confusion
You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

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

Then they said on the radio, I ain't beefing rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, rappers be acting homo
in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll vanish
We rise up and we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
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 he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't the flight,
and you don't me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the 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
'em it's time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

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