Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun don't forever
But as long as it's here we might as well shine together
Better now than never, business before
P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
right, no matter what, we air tight
And when you hear somethin, make you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta by assumin
My keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we to give you what you need
(One, two...)
It's all up now
What the y'all gonna do now?

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't alive forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You know I'm eight levels above you nigga
plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the wrong one to
And rattin on niggaz is only leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him wifey was with him
You of us, the murderous, most shady
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun under your vest by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my you touch (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
hands and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby),
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who start (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of this (let's go)
yours, Frank White

[Chorus - Busta - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy
We got the real shit from front to back
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at?
Where my is at?
Where the my bitches at?
Where my is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for (can't stay dark for long)
They say its darkest before the
before the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's"
B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the public say we gon'
It ain't another MC could fill ya shoes
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got and villas
Overseas and was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
It's ill when MC's to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, like all legit (c'mon)
tell how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, no pity (that's my name)
I'm the one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all diminish (uh huh)
for twenty minutes, until we finish (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the of the Comission

[P.
Oh it ain't over, Banks talk to 'em

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the (uh huh)
And flip when I call her like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the P sneaker
I'm through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the soul hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big (yeah)
And the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the botherin ya vision
But and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking Chorus]

you at?
you at?
you at?
you at?
I y'all, ten years from now we'll still be on top
We've just
Thank you ... you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You know the

Rhymes]
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