Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is last dance, you know how you do it
There's no like you
And there'll never be another nigga you
Put foot on these motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, lowrider low
corners so hard, you can taste my rims
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I hide in New York City

I'm 'bout it in the South, good in the West
Know a chick Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done been and did it
Ten years without sweat inside my Yankee fitted

Raw, I showed you ice
You ain't know who was, so I showed you twice
When it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two on my arm
Like a Don's to, Sean

with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars without losin'
These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the
But I'ma shine for niggaz ain't know Big

Do seem my future's here now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' that the people are
I heard a rumor that things ain't
But Lord knows that we make it

me who shot Big
And the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs
If I could, I would reverse the car, the beef
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot

Sometimes I get for stress relief
Other I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four Bentley Coupe
Without my nigga on the side?

And still, I try to get money, fly
the race, holdin' my crown high
I fly to God, my eyes on the prize
Been a long time but now I'm re-energized

The and times of a mastermind
every breath to claim my designs, mine
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And dump my ashes N.Y.

Do seem my future's here now
It feels good to see the sun in the
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

I'm the king of all kings, I by no rules
And do I do by any means
Call him necessary, the visionary
extraordinary, a life legendary

Who else put flows out put clothes out?
the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out
Nine-six, Big showed me to do
But deep in my heart, is 'No Way Out II'

I spend absurd money, bird money
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg
Old habits die hard, the Award winner
New torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

I'm visions like I did a bag of angel dust
This is life you black, rich and dangerous
I'm God, I'ma live on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, does it better

Do like my future's here now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things changin'
But Lord knows we gon' make it

So y'all have it
Words a wise great king
We love it when you speak the truth,
ever stop, please, don't ever stop