Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

As my Daytons spin, sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my
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 from Watts with 'Bad tatted on her breast
I done been and did it
Ten years without sweat inside my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You ain't know who Jacob was, so I you twice
When it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two on my arm
Like a supposed to, Sean

Ride with a in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars losin' focus
These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the
But I'ma shine for niggaz that know Big

Do like 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 gon' it

me who shot 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 boil it on a D Dot

Sometimes I get drunk for stress
Other times I put 'Life After on and peep
We ride, a four 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 next to God, my on the prize
Been away a long but now I'm re-energized

The life and 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 good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a that 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 me what to do
But in my heart, this is 'No Way Out II'

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

I'm seein' visions 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 to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't
But Lord knows we gon' make it

So there have it
from a wise great king
We love it when you the truth, daddy
Don't ever stop, please, ever stop