Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, is your last dance, you know how you do it
no nigga like you
And there'll be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my
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' tatted on her
I done been and did it
Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee

Raw, I showed you ice
You ain't who Jacob 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 with a in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars without focus
These rap hopeless, you can change the locks
But shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

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

Tell me who Big
And the bullets 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

Sometimes I get drunk for relief
Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and
We ride, what's a door Bentley Coupe
my nigga on the passenger 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 but now I'm re-energized

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

Do seem like my future's now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' that the are talkin'
I heard a rumor that ain't changin'
But knows that we gon' 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 showed me to do
But in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II'

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

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of dust
is life when you black, rich and dangerous
I'm with God, I'ma live on
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody it better

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

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