Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your last dance, you how you do it
There's no nigga you
And never be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these motherfuckers'
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, sittin' low
Hittin' so hard, you can taste my rims
top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint
I can't hide in New York

I'm it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done there and did it
Ten years without gettin' sweat my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You ain't know who was, so I showed you twice
When it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,

Ride a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All without losin' focus
These rap hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz ain't know Big

Do seem like my here now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

me who shot Big
And take the out of 2Pac's ribs
If I could, I would the car, reverse the beef
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot

I get drunk for stress relief
Other times I put 'Life Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four door Bentley
Without my nigga on the passenger

And still, I try to get money, fly
Finish the race, holdin' my crown
I fly next to God, my on the prize
Been away a long time but now I'm

The and times of a mastermind
Dedicate every breath to claim my designs,
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And dump my over N.Y.

Do seem like my here now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

I'm the of all kings, I abide by no rules
And do what I do by any
Call him necessary, the visionary
Born extraordinary, a life

Who else put flows out that put clothes
Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my out
Nine-six, Big showed me to do
But deep in my heart, is 'No Way Out II'

I absurd money, private bird money
That Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard Award
New torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel
This is when you black, rich and dangerous
I'm with God, live on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, does it better

Do seem like my future's now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I a rumor that things ain't changin'
But Lord that we gon' make it

So there have it
Words from a wise great
We love it when you the truth, daddy
ever stop, please, don't ever stop