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, before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
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 music keeps you movin, what are you
You that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
It's ten and we still runnin this motherfucker

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

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them pounds and (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", you sloppy
You know I'm eight levels above you nigga
plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on niggaz is gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is toast for cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, most of these cowards (that's right)
pop shit 'til we start 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 like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest under your vest by the (yeah)
Rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby),
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
yours, Frank White

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P.
We got the real live 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?
my bitches is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it stay dark for long (can't stay dark for long)
say its darkest before the dawn
Calms before the (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, is what "Life's After's" like
B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No what the public say we gon' prove
It ain't another MC that fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the
my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to ya route (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on other (yeah, c'mon)
Took "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the double (yeah)
Now they all spit, they all legit (c'mon)
Frank 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 witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the (c'mon)
Matty broke the of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all (uh huh)
for twenty minutes, until we finish (take that)
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek
Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the life of the

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

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and the reefer (uh huh)
And when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P
I'm through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna us (ha)
I here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
break 'fore I lay on the floor 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 changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the watch botherin ya
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking over

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

[Busta
Fuck y'all niggaz do?