Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

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

As my spin, lowrider sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can my rims
top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no tint
I can't hide in New City

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

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

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

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

Tell me who 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 drunk for stress
Other times I put After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a four door Coupe
my nigga on the passenger side?

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

The life and of a mastermind
Dedicate every breath to claim my designs,
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And my ashes over 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 we gon' make it

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

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

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

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

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

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