Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

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

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

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and cheddar (yeah)
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass yourself tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You know that I'm eight levels above you
I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these (that's right)
They pop shit we start approachin these cowards
While we lay dollars, they 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
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest under your by the abdominal (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)
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick
sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, (uh huh, yeah)
action, pack guns, (ridiculous)
And I'm to bust, if my ends you touch (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 call me Castro, my rap (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Oops Cristal keep shit, you overdid it homes (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, to spark kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The of this holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs P. Diddy
We got the live shit from front to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at?
Where my is at?
Where the fuck my 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
Calms before the (c'mon)
I'm happy Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. rockin the John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is "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 could ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
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 home "Life after Death" and they it (that's right)
to the double disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, they all legit (c'mon)
tell how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us
P. run the city, show no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), the crook from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we (take that)
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, with Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, come 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 life of the

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

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

- 4X

[P. Diddy - over Chorus]

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

[Busta
Fuck y'all wanna do?