Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
Verse One: Daddy
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 here then we might as well shine together
(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 matter what, we air
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, make sure you it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you
(BIG: that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know I'm two levels above you baby
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
(BIG: This is hot!)
Talkin ain't 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 left now is God for cats
And BIG you know you too for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you up plats
Two: Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of
They say my killin's too
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama waitin
Duct tapin, fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under your by the abdominal
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
Real sick, nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan,
action, guns, ridiculous
And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, faggots ain't killin shit
Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, tryin to make dough, Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who shit
See me, me
The of this holocaust
Truly yours, White
Chorus: Busta
We got the real shit from front to back
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Puff
Put your money on the and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my on
There's a bed full of that I get my ass on
I lose the passion to go platinum
I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, than acid
P-D, rollin on your or CD
The killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We been hot for a long time burnin a candle
What you can do is check distribution
My bump in Houston like Scarface produced em
You gotta like me, you just 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, brass knuckles and
The in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you us
P-Diddy run the city, no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the from the Brook'
Matty broke the of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all diminish
for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, loops
Black Rob joined the mob, it no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
placin them in funerals, criminals turned
The Brick City, nobody come off like
Business rise, I men
Hide on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the life of the
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you me out there?
Aiyyo me up, nobody can hear me out there
That's good, it's all up now
Y'all it's all fucked up now right?
What the fuck y'all do now?
What do now?
Can y'all hear me out
Can y'all me out there?
(?) Fuck y'all wanna do
all fucked up now
What do now, huh?
What do now
all fucked up now