Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. Diddy -
Ten
Yo the sun don't shine
But as long as it's here we might as well shine together
Better now than never, before pleasure
P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
And when you somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself by
My music you movin, what are you provin?
You know I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to give you what you
(One, two...)
all fucked up now
What the fuck y'all gonna do

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them pounds and (uh)
faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yourself stop me
I'm cocky, "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm eight levels above you
I'll plug you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the wrong one to
And rattin on niggaz is only gon' you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards (that's right)
They pop shit we start approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of Satan, they say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in mama crib waitin
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest under your by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
Kids or you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, to make dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of this (let's go)
yours, Frank White

[Chorus - Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy
We got the real shit from front to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at?
Where my is at?
Where the my bitches at?
my bitches is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it stay dark for long (can't stay dark for long)
They say its darkest the dawn
before the storm (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason Betha's now the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's"
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No what the public say we gon' prove
It ain't MC that could fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the
Realest my the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to ya route (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life after Death" and they it (that's right)
to the double disc (yeah)
Now all spit, like they all legit (c'mon)
tell how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings when you us
P. Diddy run the city, show no (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all (uh huh)
for twenty minutes, until we finish (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, with Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, come off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the life of the

[P.
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks to 'em

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen (haha)
Now all the vehicles is enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to drop on you suckers (say what?)
sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the soul hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't (uh huh)
You can't Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the watch botherin ya
But reach and put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - over Chorus]

you at?
you at?
you at?
you at?
I told y'all, ten years from now still be on top
We've begun
you ... thank you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You the rest

[Busta
Fuck niggaz wanna do?