Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

(*talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
2005 nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her
She shoulda the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark that's my kind of weather
Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy
Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella
Some of my fans they like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one a harder rap
I 'em that I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The is more than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack when the get em
After the baptism, the black in the hit em
No need for gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be me
Fans are no crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the they trying to see
I could bring it back, not force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your is a big illusion
you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out in these streets, and I see these old
Record labels trying to advance, trying to drop old
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

Then said on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting homo
in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, to panic
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to niggaz remember Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts
Put your little advance, back in purse ha-ha
That say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the that'll snipe me
You like me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you like me then write me
I concerned, with any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of like gum germs
I got enough twisters, to make the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
'em it's time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the hardest rap nigga and if you beg to
Step to the mic, and spit sicker nigga
Ha-ha, Chamillitary