Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
me out right here yo
Verse Puff Daddy
Yo the sun don't forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the isn't loud)
and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, make sure you it right
Don't a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you
(BIG: Turn that all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna you broke
So the only left now is God for these cats
And BIG you know you too hard for these
I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you up plats
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, shady
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of
They say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under your by the abdominal
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick
sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan,
action, pack guns,
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady, baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who shit
See me, me
The Underboss of this
Truly yours, White
Chorus: Rhymes
We got the real live shit front to back
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
Where my is at? (2X)
Where the my bitches at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Puff
Put your money on the and get your math on
Break it down, it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my on
There's a bed full of that I get my ass on
I never lose the to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the cash
Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it
to classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin on your or CD
The Billboard killa, no team
The Fam-o, ammo, is every
We been hot for a long time burnin a candle
What you can do is check your
My songs bump in Houston Scarface produced em
You ain't gotta me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it be
Verse Four: B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, two midas
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no
I'm the one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of coke connect
No respect off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek
Black Rob the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we macin them
placin them in funerals, criminals aroused
The Brick City, nobody off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just men
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
turn me up, nobody can hear me out there
That's good, it's all up now
Y'all know it's all up now right?
What the y'all gonna do now?
What do now?
Can y'all me out there?
Can y'all me out there?
(?) Fuck y'all wanna do
It's all up now
I'ma do now, huh?
What do now
all fucked up now