Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

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

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

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

Ride with a in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars without focus
These rap niggaz hopeless, you can the locks
But shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

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

Sometimes I get drunk for relief
times I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a door Bentley Coupe
Without my nigga on the passenger

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

The life and of a mastermind
Dedicate breath to claim 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 that the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things 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 life

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

I spend money, private bird money
That Bill Gates, Trump, Bloomberg money
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard winner
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, nobody does it

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 that ain't changin'
But Lord knows we gon' make it

So y'all have it
Words from a wise great
We love it when you the truth, daddy
Don't ever stop, please, don't ever