Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
me out right here yo
Verse One: Puff
Yo the sun shine forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here then we as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the beats loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, make sure you it right
Don't a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the up)
Our music you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two above you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma you love me baby
(BIG: shit is hot!)
crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for these
And BIG you know you too hard for these
I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you up plats
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of
They say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
Excellence is my presence, tense
hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I like Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns,
And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all ain't killin shit
Ooops keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold hands and say it me
The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, to make dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start
See me, me
The Underboss of holocaust
yours, Frank White
Chorus: Rhymes
We got the real shit from front to back
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Three: Puff Daddy
Put your money on the and get your math on
it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you Dog, I'ma get my stash on
There's a bed full of that I get my ass on
I lose the passion to go platinum
I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it
to classics, hotter than acid
P-D, on your tape or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every
We been hot for a time burnin like a candle
you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like produced em
You gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
Verse Four: B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, two midas
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the
Matty broke the neck of your connect
No respect squeeze off til all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no him
step up, we just macin them
placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the of the Comission
Chorus 2X w/ Puff
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
Aiyyo turn me up, can hear me out there
That's good, all fucked up now
Y'all know it's all fucked up now
What the fuck y'all do now?
What do now?
Can y'all me out there?
Can hear me out there?
(?) Fuck niggaz wanna do
It's all up now
What I'ma do now,
I'ma do now
It's all up now