Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
Verse One: Puff
Yo the sun don't forever
(BIG: You can turn the up a little bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here then we might as shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the beats loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it
make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the up)
Our music you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma you love me baby
(BIG: This is hot!)
crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that is only gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for cats
And BIG you know you too hard for these
I'm a win cause I'm too for these cats
While they up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Two: B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, shady
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of
They say my killin's too
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest your vest by the abdominal
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan,
action, guns, ridiculous
And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like
Parked in quick to spark who start shit
See me, me
The of this holocaust
yours, Frank White
Chorus: Rhymes
We got the real shit from front to back
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
Where my is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Puff
Put your money on the table and get math on
Break it down, it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, get my stash on
There's a bed of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the to go platinum
Said I'd it up til all the cash gone
Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, than acid
P-D, rollin on your or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every
We been hot for a long time like a candle
What you can do is your distribution
My songs bump in like Scarface produced em
You gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it be
Four: Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and
The in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us
run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the
Matty broke the neck of coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all y'all
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just them
placin them in funerals, turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off P-Diddy
rise, I play men
Hide on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the life of the
Chorus 2X w/ Puff
Aiyyo, can you me out there?
Aiyyo me up, nobody can hear me out there
That's good, all fucked up now
know it's all fucked up now right?
What the fuck gonna do now?
What do now?
Can y'all hear me out
Can y'all me out there?
(?) Fuck niggaz wanna do
all fucked up now
What do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now