Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out here yo
Verse One: Puff
Yo the sun don't forever
(BIG: You can turn the up a little bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here we might as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never business pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the isn't loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the up)
Our keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: Turn that all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two above you baby
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that is only gonna leave you broke
So the thing left now is God for these cats
And BIG you you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for cats
While makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
Two: Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of
They say my killin's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H
Gun rest your vest by the abdominal
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns,
And I'm, quick to bust, if my you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
hands and say it like me
The shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to dough, like Jurassic
Parked in to spark kids who start shit
See me, me
The Underboss of holocaust
Truly yours, Frank
Busta Rhymes
We got the real live shit front to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Daddy
Put your on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your on
See you later Dog, get my stash on
There's a bed full of money I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go
Said I'd live it up til all the gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it
to make classics, than acid
P-D, rollin on tape or CD
The killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We been hot for a time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface em
You gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you it how it might be
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights
The in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the
broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob the mob, it ain't no replacin him
step up, we just macin them
placin them in funerals, criminals aroused
The City, nobody come off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission
Chorus 2X w/ Puff
Aiyyo, can you me out there?
Aiyyo turn me up, can hear me out there
That's good, all fucked up now
Y'all know it's all up now right?
the fuck y'all gonna do now?
What I'ma do
Can y'all me out there?
Can hear me out there?
(?) Fuck niggaz wanna do
all fucked up now
What do now, huh?
What do now
all fucked up now