Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
Verse One: Puff
Yo the sun don't forever
(BIG: You can the track up a little bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business before
(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 when you hear somethin, make sure you it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you
(BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you 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 leave you broke
So the thing left now is God for these cats
And BIG you know you too hard for cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you up plats
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of
They say my killin's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick
Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns,
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you
Kids or girl you touch, in world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Ooops Cristal spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you be alone
hands and say it like me
The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, to make dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start
See me, me
The Underboss of this
Truly yours, Frank
Busta Rhymes
We got the real live from front to back
To my people in the world, where the 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 and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my on
There's a bed full of money I get my ass on
I never the passion to go platinum
I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter acid
P-D, rollin on tape or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every
We been hot for a long time burnin like a
What you can do is check your
My songs bump in Houston like produced em
You ain't like me, you just mad
I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
Verse Four: B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights
The in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you us
run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the
Matty broke the neck of your coke
No squeeze off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like
Business rise, I men
money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the of the Comission
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can hear me out
That's good, it's all up now
Y'all know all fucked up now right?
What the fuck y'all do now?
What do now?
Can y'all hear me out
Can hear me out there?
(?) Fuck niggaz wanna do
all fucked up now
What I'ma do now,
What do now
all fucked up now