Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

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

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

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out in these streets, and I see these old
labels 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 on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and solo
the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
Hey red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never vanish
We rise up and we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya teflon on, you better go get it it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth
And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts
Put little advance, back in your purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't like me, he acting like he a
held a pistol, acting like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of your
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack gum germs
I got tongue twisters, to make the tongue turn
the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give 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 they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

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