Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
Verse One: Daddy
Yo the sun shine forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here then we might as well together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business pleasure
(BIG: The mic is but the beats isn't loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
(BIG: YEAH!)
So you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our music you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: Turn that all the way up, yeah)
You know I'm two levels above you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, make you love me baby
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna you broke
So the only thing left now is God for cats
And BIG you know you too hard for these
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these
While they up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Two: B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of
say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun under your vest by the abdominal
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch
or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Ooops Cristal keep shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
hands and say it like me
The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like
Parked in quick to spark kids who shit
See me, me
The Underboss of holocaust
Truly yours, White
Chorus: Rhymes
We got the real live shit front to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the my bitches at?
my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Daddy
Put your money on the table and get your on
Break it down, split it up, get your on
See you Dog, I'ma get my stash on
There's a bed full of money I get my ass on
I never lose the to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it
to make classics, hotter acid
P-D, rollin on tape or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We been hot for a long time burnin a candle
What you can do is check your
My songs in Houston like Scarface produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it be
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, two midas
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, the crook from the Brook'
Matty the neck of your coke connect
No squeeze off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
placin them in funerals, criminals turned
The Brick City, nobody off like P-Diddy
rise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the life of the
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you me out there?
Aiyyo me up, nobody can hear me out there
good, it's all fucked up now
Y'all know it's all fucked up now
What the fuck y'all do now?
What I'ma do
Can y'all me out there?
Can y'all hear me out
(?) Fuck y'all niggaz do
It's all up now
I'ma do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now