Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Talking*)
That's what it is, "The of Revenge"
2005 nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, gimmick gon die together
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her
She left the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, storms that's my kind of weather
gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was them, that they should die it yella
Some of my fans look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one spit a rap
I told 'em I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me you a atheist, face it it's more fact
rappers have heart attacks,
when you tell 'em God is back
The problem is more that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack the rats get em
After the baptism, the in the black hit em
No need for that gat, fact is the raps kill em
Live your like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but tell 'em it's time for me
Rap is dying to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I could bring it back, not only but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
The and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the
You losing and end up choosing, and it into a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out here in these streets, and I see old
Record labels trying to advance, to drop old material
On a nigga, so instead of Sells we gon switch it up
Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I ain't beefing rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming
Disrespecting the a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, niggaz'll never vanish
We up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya teflon on, you better go get it it
Rip off your chest piece, to make remember Janet
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
Put your little advance, back in purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't a pistol, acting like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you like me come fight me
And if you afford the flight,
and you don't me then write me
I concerned, with any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could it sun burn
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's time to switch playlist up, with the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the rap nigga and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and spit some'ing nigga
Ha-ha, mayn