Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

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

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

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay alive (yeah)
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move with them pounds and berretas (uh)
faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you
You know that I'm eight levels above you
I'll plug you nigga, I never 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 shit 'til we start approachin these
While we lay around dollars, they lay 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 heard of us, the murderous, shady
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
Duct tapin, fam destiny
in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest under your vest by the (yeah)
Rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars (uh huh)
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like (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 (say what?), in this world I clutch (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, faggots ain't killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it (yeah)
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady (most shady), baby (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, "Jurassic"
"Park" did, to spark kids who start shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P.
We got the live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
Where my is at?
Where my is at?
the fuck 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. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, this is "Life's After's" like
B.I. White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
No what the public say we gon' prove
It ain't another MC that could ya shoes
Cause Biggie is the illest
Realest my the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to find ya (haha)
It's ill when MC's to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took home "Life after Death" and they 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 heaters in the two-seaters, with two (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, kiss when you meet us
P. run the city, show no pity (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of your coke (say what?)
No respect squeeze off all y'all diminish (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish (take that)
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek
Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, with just and 'em (yeah)
Placin them in funerals, criminals aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, come off like P. Diddy (woo)
Business wise, I men
Hide on the Island Cayman (c'mon), y'all 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 industry gangstress that and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you (say what?)
sick rottweiler's on you fuckers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the soul hero (uh huh)
break 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big (yeah)
And changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy (woo)
I know the watch botherin ya
But and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - over Chorus]

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

Rhymes]
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