Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

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

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

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

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of Satan, they say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, fam destiny
in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest under 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 a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (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 call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Oops Cristal keep shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
hands and say it like me
The most (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to kids who start 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 from P.
We got the live shit from front to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my is at?
Where my is at?
Where the fuck my at?
Where my is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't stay for long)
They say its darkest the dawn
before the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean (let's go Big)
Yeah right, is what "Life's After's" like
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the public say we prove
It ain't 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
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
It's ill when used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life after Death" and they it (that's right)
to the double disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, they all legit (c'mon)
Frank how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no (that's my name)
I'm the one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of your coke (say what?)
No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish (uh huh)
for twenty minutes, until we finish (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek
Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the of the Comission

[P.
Oh it over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch like she Latifah (haha)
Now all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, home college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor
besides, every rapper a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big (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 head like it's of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking over

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

[Busta
y'all niggaz wanna do?