Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Talking*)
That's what it is, "The of Revenge"
Summer 2005 nigga,

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to her
She shoulda left the club, of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark that's my kind of weather
Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy
Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella
Some of my fans they look Cham, but say I am better
the though of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I 'em that I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't me like you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks,
when you tell 'em God is back
The problem is than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a when the rats get em
After the baptism, the black in the hit em
No need for that gat, cause is the raps kill em
Live your life a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how you possibly, think that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be me
Fans are no crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I bring it back, not only force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, from Houston
The and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the
You and end up choosing, and cruise 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 of Controversy Sells we gon switch it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I ain't beefing rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, niggaz'll never vanish
We rise up and we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts
Put your little advance, back in 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 like me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you afford the flight,
and you don't like me then me
I ain't concerned, with any of your
I'm trying to stack, on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the tongue
the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun burn
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
Tell 'em time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

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