Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

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

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

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

Then they said on the radio, I ain't beefing with no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, rappers be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming
the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never
We rise up and we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya teflon on, you go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make remember Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
Put your little advance, back in your purse
That say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
held a pistol, acting like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't like me write me
I ain't concerned, with any of your
I'm to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough twisters, to make the tongue 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 spit it, then up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
Tell 'em it's time to switch they playlist up, the new kid
What's his name, Chamillitary

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