Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your dance, you know how you do it
no nigga like you
And there'll never be nigga like you
Put your on these motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

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

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

1990 Raw, I you ice
You know who Jacob was, so I showed you twice
When it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two on my arm
Like a supposed to, Sean

with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars losin' focus
These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the
But I'ma shine for niggaz that ain't Big

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

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

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

And still, I try to get money, fly
Finish the race, holdin' my high
I fly next to God, my eyes on the
Been away a long but now I'm re-energized

The life and 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 future's now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I a rumor that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

I'm the king of all kings, I by no rules
And do what I do by any
him necessary, the great visionary
Born extraordinary, a legendary

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

I spend absurd money, private money
That Bill Gates, Trump, Bloomberg money
Old die hard, the Vanguard Award winner
New York gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

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

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

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