Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is your dance, you know how you do it
no nigga like you
And there'll never be another nigga you
Put your foot on these motherfuckers'
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, sittin' low
Hittin' so hard, you can taste my rims
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I can't hide in New York

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep in the West
Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad tatted on her breast
I been there and did it
Ten years without gettin' inside my Yankee fitted

Raw, I showed you ice
You ain't know who Jacob was, so I you twice
When it was 'All the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,

Ride a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars losin' focus
These rap hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma shine for that ain't know Big

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

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

Sometimes I get for stress relief
Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and
We ride, a four door Bentley Coupe
Without my on the passenger side?

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

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

Do seem like my future's now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people 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 great
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 in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II'

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

I'm visions like I did a bag of angel dust
This is life when you black, and dangerous
I'm with God, I'ma live on
Bad Boy for life, bitch, does 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 people are
I heard a rumor things ain't changin'
But knows that we gon' make it

So there y'all it
Words a wise great king
We it when you speak the truth, daddy
Don't ever stop, please, don't stop