Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, is your last 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 spin, lowrider sittin' low
corners so hard, you can taste my rims
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I can't hide in New City

I'm it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done been and did it
Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee

1990 Raw, I 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 to, Sean

Ride a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And to All Stars without losin' focus
These rap hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma for niggaz that 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 heard a rumor that ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we gon' it

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

I get drunk for stress relief
Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and
We ride, what's a four door Bentley
my nigga on the passenger side?

And still, I try to get money, fly
Finish the race, holdin' my crown
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 dump my ashes N.Y.

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

I'm the of all kings, I abide by no rules
And do what I do by any
him necessary, the great visionary
Born extraordinary, a legendary

Who else put out that put clothes out?
Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my out
Nine-six, Big showed me to do
But in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II'

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

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel
This is life when you black, and dangerous
I'm with God, I'ma live on
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody does it

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

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