Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun don't shine
But as long as it's here we might as well shine together
Better now never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
And when you hear somethin, sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself by
My keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
It's ten years and we still this motherfucker

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to you what you need
(One, two...)
all fucked up now
What the fuck y'all gonna do

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't alive forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them pounds and (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm eight levels above you
plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on niggaz is gon' leave you smoke
So the thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards (that's right)
They pop shit we start approachin these cowards
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him wifey was with him
You of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few (let's go)
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Oops keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby),
Graphic, to make dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The of this holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs P. Diddy
We got the real live from front to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
my niggaz is at?
Where my is at?
Where the fuck my at?
Where my is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for (can't stay dark for long)
say its darkest before the dawn
Calms the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is "Life's After's" like
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the say we gon' prove
It another MC that could fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie is the illest
my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and what was me, I out
MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life after Death" and studied it (that's right)
Listened to the double (yeah)
Now they all spit, they all legit (c'mon)
tell how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and (yeah, c'mon)
The in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, with just and 'em (yeah)
them in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, come off like P. Diddy (woo)
wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the of the Comission

[P.
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks to 'em

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen (haha)
Now all the vehicles is enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P
I'm through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, home from college fuck us (ha)
I here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the outta hero (uh huh)
break 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't (uh huh)
You tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy (woo)
I know the watch ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya like it's part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - over Chorus]

you at?
you at?
you at?
you at?
I told y'all, ten years now we'll still be on top
We've begun
you ... thank you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You know the

Rhymes]
Fuck y'all niggaz do?