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 the track up a little bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as as it's here then we might as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
now than never business before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is but the beats isn't loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
(BIG: YEAH!)
So you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: Turn shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two above you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only leave you broke
So the only thing now is God for these cats
And BIG you you too hard for these cats
I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up
Two: Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't like me, him and wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of
say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama waitin
Duct tapin, fam destiny
in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest your vest by the abdominal
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan,
action, guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch
or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all faggots ain't shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like
Parked in quick to kids who start shit
See me, me
The Underboss of this
Truly yours, Frank
Busta Rhymes
We got the live shit from front to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Three: Puff Daddy
Put money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get laugh on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my on
There's a bed full of money I get my ass on
I never lose the to go platinum
I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it
to make classics, hotter acid
P-D, rollin on tape or CD
The Billboard killa, no team
The Fam-o, ammo, is every
We been hot for a long burnin like a candle
What you can do is check your
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface em
You ain't gotta like me, you mad
Cause I it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and
The heaers in the two-seaters, with two
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no
I'm the one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your connect
No respect squeeze off til all y'all
for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, loops
Black Rob the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all betray men
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission
Chorus 2X w/ Puff
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
Aiyyo me up, nobody can hear me out there
That's good, all fucked up now
Y'all it's all fucked up now right?
What the y'all gonna do now?
I'ma do now?
Can hear me out there?
Can y'all hear me out
(?) y'all niggaz wanna do
It's all up now
What do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now