Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die
Told mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, instead of to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms that's my of weather
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
the though of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it more fact
rappers have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack when the get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, niggaz will see the
at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think that you be stopping me
Destiny stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the
Not big as nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap is dying to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I could bring it back, not force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
What you if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and it into a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out in these streets, and I see these old
Record labels trying to advance, trying to drop old
On a nigga, so instead of 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 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and screaming
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you
Hey that's red in Spanish, niggaz'll never vanish
We up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya teflon on, you better go get it it
Rip off chest piece, to make niggaz remember Janet
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
Put your little advance, in your purse ha-ha
nigga say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't a pistol, acting like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't the flight, and you don't like me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of your
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of like gum germs
I got enough twisters, to make the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I give it sun burn
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

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