Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
me out right here yo
Verse One: Puff
Yo the sun don't forever
(BIG: You can turn the up a little bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than never before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the isn't loud)
and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our music you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two above you baby
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
(BIG: This is hot!)
Talkin crazy gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna leave you
So the only thing now is God for these cats
And BIG you know you too hard for cats
I'm a win I'm too smart for these cats
While makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Two: B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of
They say my killin's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib
Duct tapin, fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under vest by the abdominal
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few
And I kick a few flows so I can a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform Mike
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns,
And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like
in quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, me
The Underboss of this
Truly yours, White
Chorus: Busta
We got the real live from front to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Daddy
Put your money on the table and get your on
Break it down, split it up, get your on
See you later Dog, get my stash on
There's a bed full of money I get my ass on
I lose the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the cash
Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter than
P-D, rollin on tape or CD
The killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We been hot for a long time burnin a candle
you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston Scarface produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you mad
Cause I it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
Verse Four: B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights
The in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook the Brook'
Matty broke the of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all y'all
Shootouts for twenty minutes, we finish
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz up, we just macin them
placin them in funerals, criminals aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off P-Diddy
rise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, just betray men
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can me out there
That's good, all fucked up now
know it's all fucked up now right?
What the fuck gonna do now?
What I'ma do
Can hear me out there?
Can hear me out there?
(?) Fuck y'all niggaz do
It's all up now
I'ma do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now