Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

As my spin, lowrider sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can my rims
top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint
I hide in New York 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 been and did it
Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my fitted

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

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

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

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

Sometimes I get for stress relief
Other times I put After Death' on and peep
We ride, a four door Bentley Coupe
Without my nigga on the side?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So there y'all it
Words from a great king
We love it you speak the truth, daddy
Don't stop, please, don't ever stop