Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

As my Daytons spin, sittin' low
corners so hard, you can taste my rims
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I hide in New York City

I'm 'bout it in the South, good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with Boy' tatted on her breast
I done there and did it
Ten years gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You ain't who Jacob was, so I showed you twice
When it was About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,

Ride with a in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars without focus
These rap niggaz hopeless, you can the locks
But shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

Do seem like my future's now
It feels good to see the sun in the
I'm got a feelin' that the are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't
But knows that we gon' make it

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

Sometimes I get drunk for relief
Other times I put 'Life Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four door Bentley
Without my nigga on the passenger

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

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

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

I'm the of all kings, I abide by no rules
And do what I do by any
Call him necessary, the great
extraordinary, a life legendary

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

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

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

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

So there have it
Words a wise great king
We it when you speak the truth, daddy
Don't ever stop, please, ever stop