Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

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

I'm it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I been there and did it
Ten years without sweat inside my Yankee fitted

Raw, I showed 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 to, Sean

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

Do seem like my future's 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 Lord that we gon' make it

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

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

And still, I try to get money, fly
Finish the race, my crown high
I fly next to God, my eyes on the
Been away a 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 dump my over N.Y.

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

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

Who else put flows out put clothes out?
the cold weather, short sleeves with 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
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, money
Old die hard, the Vanguard Award winner
New York 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 with God, live on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, does it better

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

So there y'all it
Words from a wise king
We it when you speak the truth, daddy
Don't ever stop, please, don't stop