Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out right yo
Verse One: Daddy
Yo the sun shine forever
(BIG: You can turn the track up a bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as as it's here then we might as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than business before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the 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 sure you it right
make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you
(BIG: Turn shit all the way up, yeah)
You that I'm two levels above you baby
(BIG: gettin louder)
Hug me baby, I'ma you love me baby
(BIG: shit is hot!)
Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you nuthin but
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
So the only 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 cats
While they makin up facts (uhh) you up plats
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of
say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H
Gun rest under your vest by the
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes
is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like
-- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
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, to call me fatso
Now you me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin
Ooops Cristal spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold hands and say it me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, tryin to dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who 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?
Where my is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
my bitches is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Daddy
Put your money on the and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your on
See you later Dog, get my stash on
There's a bed full of that I get my ass on
I never the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the gone
Ain't funny, only use plastic, craft it
to classics, hotter than acid
P-D, on your tape or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface em
You gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it be
Verse Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights
The heaers in the two-seaters, with two
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 connect
No respect off til all y'all diminish
Shootouts for minutes, until we finish
Venice the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, Peniro, sheek
Black Rob joined the mob, it ain't no him
Niggaz step up, we just macin
placin them in funerals, criminals turned
The Brick City, nobody off like P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
Hide on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the of the Comission
2X w/ Puff 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 hear me out there?
(?) Fuck y'all wanna do
all fucked up now
What do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now