Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is last dance, you know how you do it
no nigga like you
And there'll be another nigga like you
Put your foot on motherfuckers' necks
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 York

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

1990 Raw, I you ice
You ain't know who Jacob was, so I showed you
When it was About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,

with 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 niggaz ain't know Big

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

me who shot Big
And take the bullets out of 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 I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four Bentley Coupe
my nigga on the passenger side?

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

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

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

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

Who else put flows out that put clothes
Flee the cold weather, 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 money
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard winner
New torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

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

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