Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun don't forever
But as long as it's here then we as well shine together
Better now than never, before pleasure
P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
right, no matter what, we air tight
And when you somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass yourself by assumin
My keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two above you baby
Hug me baby, make you love me baby
It's ten years and we runnin 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 gonna do now?

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we stay alive forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", you sloppy
You know that I'm eight levels above you
I'll plug you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
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 most of cowards (that's right)
They pop 'til 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 while wifey was him
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of Satan, they say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest under your vest by the (yeah)
Rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, never
hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
Kids or you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso (used to me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots killin shit
Oops keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
hands and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The of this holocaust (let's go)
yours, Frank White

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't dark for long (can't stay dark for long)
They say its darkest the dawn
before the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's"
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No what the public say we gon' prove
It another MC that could fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
and what was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life after Death" and they it (that's right)
Listened to the double (yeah)
Now all spit, like 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)
broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, with Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, come off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide money on the Island (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the life of the

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

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with on the Chuckers (uh)
So the break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the buried
besides, rapper ain't 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 looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya (yeah)

- 4X

[P. - talking over Chorus]

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

Rhymes]
Fuck y'all wanna do?