Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

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

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

[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 as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit around with them pounds and berretas (uh)
faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't make a ass outta yourself 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, ugly
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on niggaz is only gon' leave you
So the only thing left now is toast for these (that's right)
I got no friends, most of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit we start approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay 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 too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat lays in my (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, never
Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
Kids or girl you (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Oops Cristal spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold and say it like me
The most (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, to spark kids 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 real live shit from 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?
my bitches is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for (can't stay dark for long)
They say its before the dawn
Calms the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (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 Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got and villas
Overseas and what was me, I out
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the disc (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, knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings when you us
P. run the city, show no pity (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 off 'til all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob 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, nobody 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,
day in the life of the Comission

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

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

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking Chorus]

you at?
you at?
you at?
you at?
I told y'all, ten from 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 wanna do?