Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, is your last dance, you know how you do it
There's no like you
And there'll never be another nigga you
Put your foot on motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my spin, lowrider sittin' low
Hittin' so hard, you can taste my rims
top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint
I can't hide in New City

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep in the West
Know a from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done there and did it
Ten years without gettin' sweat my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You know who Jacob was, so I showed you twice
When it was 'All the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,

Ride a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars without losin'
These rap hopeless, you can change the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz that know Big

Do seem like my here now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I a rumor that things ain't changin'
But knows that we gon' make it

Tell me who Big
And take the out of 2Pac's ribs
If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the
Put it all in a pot and it on a D Dot beat

I get drunk for stress relief
Other times I put 'Life After on and peep
We ride, what's a four door Bentley
my nigga on the passenger side?

And still, I try to get money, fly
Finish the race, holdin' my high
I fly next to God, my eyes on the
away a long time but now I'm re-energized

The and times of a mastermind
Dedicate every to claim my designs, mine
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And my ashes over N.Y.

Do seem my future's here now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' that the people are
I heard a that things ain't changin'
But knows that we gon' make it

I'm the king of all kings, I abide by no
And do what I do by any
him necessary, the great visionary
Born extraordinary, a life

Who else put flows out put clothes out?
Flee the cold weather, sleeves with my toes out
Nine-six, Big me what to do
But in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II'

I spend money, private bird money
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard Award
New torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

I'm seein' visions I did a bag of angel dust
This is when you black, rich and dangerous
I'm with God, I'ma on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody it better

Do seem like my here now
It feels good to see the sun in the
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I a rumor that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

So y'all have it
Words a wise great king
We love it when you the truth, daddy
ever stop, please, don't ever stop