Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

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

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, gimmick gon die together
Told mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of to find a fella
The villain's born, storms that's my kind of weather
Sending gimmick to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, that they should die it
Some of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am
Picture the though of that, since no one a harder rap
I told 'em I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick rappers have attacks,
when you tell 'em that God is
The problem is more that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You me you gon be done, like a snack when the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause is the raps kill em
Live life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you think you on top of me
how could you possibly, think that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper they to see
I could bring it back, not force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, from Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and 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 peeping out here in streets, and I see these old
Record labels trying to advance, to drop old material
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

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

(*talking*)
Yeah, the rap nigga and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and spit some'ing sicker
Ha-ha, Chamillitary