Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

(*talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
Summer nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her
She left the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark that's my kind of weather
Sending gimmick to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was them, that they should die it yella
Some of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am
Picture the though of that, since no one spit a rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
play me like you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The is more than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause fact is the raps em
Live your like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be me
Destiny stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper trying to see
I could it back, not only force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
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 losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out here in these streets, and I see old
Record labels trying to advance, trying to drop old
On a nigga, so instead of Sells we gon switch it up
Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming
the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, 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 your chest piece, to make niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
Put your advance, back in your purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't like me, he acting he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't like me then me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could it sun burn
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, then call up DJ
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
Tell 'em it's time to switch they up, with the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

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