Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is last dance, you know how you do it
There's no nigga you
And never be another nigga like you
Put foot on these 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
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I can't hide in New City

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

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

Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci
And switch to All Stars losin' focus
rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks
But shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

Do seem like my future's now
It good 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

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

Sometimes I get drunk for stress
times I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four Bentley Coupe
Without my nigga on the side?

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

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

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 heard a rumor that things changin'
But Lord knows 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 that put out?
Flee the weather, short sleeves with my toes out
Nine-six, Big me what to do
But deep in my heart, is 'No Way Out II'

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

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

Do seem my future's here now
It feels 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 knows that we gon' make it

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