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, business before
P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
And you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass yourself by assumin
My music you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two above you baby
Hug me baby, make you love me baby
It's ten years and we still runnin motherfucker

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

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we stay alive forever (yeah)
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more (yeah)
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta tryna stop me
I'm cocky, "Rocky", nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm eight levels above you
I'll plug you nigga, I heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
(what gonna do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And rattin on niggaz is gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these (that's right)
They pop 'til we start approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

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

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

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't 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. rockin the John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's"
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the public say we prove
It ain't another MC that fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the
my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and what was me, I out
other been tryin to find ya route (haha)
It's ill when MC's used to be on shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right)
Listened to the double (yeah)
Now all spit, like they all legit (c'mon)
Frank how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us
P. run the city, show no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the crook from the (c'mon)
broke the neck of your coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek
Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, just Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody off like P. Diddy (woo)
wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), just betray 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 gangstress that 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 gon' get uglier than the P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the watch ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya (yeah)

- 4X

[P. - talking over Chorus]

you at?
you at?
you at?
you at?
I told y'all, ten years from now we'll be on top
just begun
Thank you ... you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You the rest

[Busta
Fuck niggaz wanna do?