Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

(*talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
2005 nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, gimmick gon die together
Told lil' mama I drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to find a
The born, dark storms that's my kind of weather
Sending niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella
Some of my they look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it it's more
Gimmick have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You me you gon be done, like a snack when the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause fact is the raps em
Live life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you be stopping me
Destiny stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the
Not big as nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper they to see
I could bring it back, not only but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big
What you if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and it into a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm out here in these streets, and I see these old
Record trying to advance, trying to drop old material
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy we gon switch it up
Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"

Then said on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to
Put ya teflon on, you better go get it it
Rip off your chest piece, to niggaz remember Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put your advance, back in your purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't like me, he like he a wifey
held a pistol, acting like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't the flight, and you don't like me then write me
I ain't concerned, any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The to spit it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the hardest rap and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and spit sicker nigga
Ha-ha, mayn