Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die together
Told lil' I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to find a
The villain's born, dark storms that's my of weather
Sending niggaz 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 I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick rappers have attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, like Iraq the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack when the get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, will see the prophecy
at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you could be me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be me
are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper trying to see
I bring it back, not only force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your is a big illusion
What you choosing if choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and it into a bruising nigga

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

Then they said on the radio, I ain't beefing with no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause be acting homo
in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
Disrespecting the a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to
Put ya teflon on, you go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make remember Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
Put your little advance, in your purse ha-ha
That say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type snipe me
You don't me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's time to switch they playlist up, the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

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