Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

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

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

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

Then said on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting
Came in and duo, I'm leaving and screaming solo
Disrespecting the a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to
Put ya teflon on, you go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put your little advance, back in your ha-ha
That nigga say he don't like me, he acting like he a
Ain't held a pistol, like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't like me write me
I concerned, with any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could it sun burn
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's time to switch they up, with the new kid
What's his name, Chamillitary

(*talking*)
Yeah, the hardest rap and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and spit some'ing nigga
Ha-ha, mayn