Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
Verse Puff Daddy
Yo the sun don't shine
(BIG: You can the track up a little bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's then we might as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than business before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is but the beats isn't loud)
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you do it better?
Yeah right, no what, we air tight
(BIG: YEAH!)
So when you hear somethin, make you hear it right
make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, the mics up)
Our music you movin, what are you provin?
(BIG: Turn that all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two above you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma you love me baby
(BIG: This is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is only gonna you broke
So the thing left now is God for these cats
And BIG you you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these
While they up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Two: B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the hate me
The son of
They say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
lays in my hands, gat lays in my
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun under your vest by the abdominal
Rob a few bars so I can buy a few
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few
Excellence is my presence, never
Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick
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 you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, y'all faggots ain't shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you it homes
You in the danger zone, you be alone
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady, baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark who start shit
See me, me
The of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank
Busta Rhymes
We got the real live shit from front to
To my people in the world, the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the my bitches at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Puff
Put money on the table and get your math on
it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, get my stash on
There's a bed of money that I get my ass on
I never the passion to go platinum
I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, it
to make classics, hotter acid
P-D, rollin on tape or CD
The Billboard killa, no team
The Fam-o, ammo, is every
We been hot for a long burnin like a candle
you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like produced em
You ain't gotta me, you just mad
I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, two midas
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the
Matty broke the neck of your coke
No respect off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek
Black Rob the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like
Business rise, I men
money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
day in the life of the Comission
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you me out there?
Aiyyo turn me up, nobody can me out there
good, it's all fucked up now
Y'all it's all fucked up now right?
What the y'all gonna do now?
What I'ma do
Can y'all me out there?
Can y'all me out there?
(?) Fuck y'all wanna do
It's all up now
What I'ma do now,
I'ma do now
It's all up now