Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your last dance, you how you do it
There's no like you
And there'll never be another like you
Put your on these motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, lowrider low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my
top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint
I can't hide in New City

I'm it in the South, sleep good in the West
a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done been and did it
Ten years gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted

Raw, I showed you ice
You know who Jacob was, so I showed you twice
When it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,

with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All without losin' focus
These rap hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz ain't know Big

Do seem my future's here now
It feels good to see the sun in the
I'm got a feelin' that the people are
I a rumor that things ain't changin'
But Lord that we gon' make it

Tell me who Big
And the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs
If I could, I would reverse the car, the beef
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot

Sometimes I get drunk for stress
Other times I put 'Life After on and peep
We ride, what's a four Bentley Coupe
Without my on the passenger side?

And still, I try to get money, fly
the race, holdin' my crown high
I fly next to God, my on the prize
Been away a time but now I'm re-energized

The life and of a mastermind
Dedicate every to claim my designs, mine
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And my ashes over N.Y.

Do seem my future's here now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' that the are talkin'
I heard a rumor things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

I'm the king of all kings, I abide by no
And do what I do by any
Call him necessary, the visionary
Born extraordinary, a life

Who else put flows out put clothes out?
Flee the weather, short sleeves with my toes out
Nine-six, Big me what to do
But deep in my heart, is 'No Way Out II'

I spend absurd money, private money
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
Old habits die hard, the Award winner
New York gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of dust
is life when you black, rich and dangerous
I'm with God, I'ma on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody it better

Do like my future's here now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' that the are talkin'
I heard a rumor that ain't changin'
But knows that we gon' make it

So there have it
from a wise great king
We love it when you the truth, daddy
Don't ever stop, please, ever stop