Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is last dance, you know how you do it
There's no nigga you
And there'll be another nigga like you
Put foot on these motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my spin, lowrider sittin' 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, sleep in the West
Know a from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done there and did it
Ten years without gettin' inside my Yankee fitted

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

Ride a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars losin' focus
rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the locks
But shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I spend money, private bird money
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, money
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard winner
New York gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

I'm visions like I did a bag of angel dust
is life when you black, rich and dangerous
I'm with God, I'ma live on
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody does it

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

So there have it
Words from a great king
We love it you speak the truth, daddy
ever stop, please, don't ever stop