Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun don't shine
But as long as here then we might as well shine together
Better now than never, before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it
right, no matter what, we air tight
And when you hear somethin, sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself by
My music you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels you baby
Hug me baby, make you love me baby
ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to you what you need
(One, two...)
all fucked up now
What the y'all gonna do now?

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with pounds and berretas (uh)
faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna me
I'm cocky, "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm levels above you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the wrong one to
And rattin on niggaz is gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him wifey was with him
You of us, the murderous, most shady
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killing's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
Duct tapin, fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my (yeah)
Francis, M to the phenominal (uh huh)
Gun rest under your by the abdominal (yeah)
Rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, never
Never hesitant, a nigga bent real quick
sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon)
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to call me (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, to make dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, White

- Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy
We got the real live shit front to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my is at?
my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my at?
Where my is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it stay dark for long (can't stay dark for long)
say its darkest before the dawn
Calms the storm (c'mon)
I'm Mason Betha's now preachin the song (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, is what "Life's After's" like
B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No what the public say we gon' prove
It ain't MC that could fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and
Overseas and what was me, I out
other MC's been tryin to ya route (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life after Death" and they it (that's right)
Listened to the disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, like they all (c'mon)
tell how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, brass and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty the neck of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we (take that)
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Louch
Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz up, with just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals aroused (yeah)
The City, nobody come off like P. Diddy (woo)
wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all just men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the life of the

[P.
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo talk to 'em

Banks] + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I her bitch like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the (uh)
So the spring hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the watch botherin ya
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head it's part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. - talking over Chorus]

you at?
you at?
you at?
you at?
I told y'all, ten years now we'll still be on top
We've begun
you ... thank you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You know the

Rhymes]
Fuck y'all wanna do?