Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Talking*)
That's what it is, "The of Revenge"
2005 nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her
She shoulda the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark that's my kind of weather
Sending niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, they should die it yella
Some of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am
Picture the of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks,
when you tell 'em that God is
The problem is than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, a snack when the rats get em
After the baptism, the black in the hit em
No need for that gat, cause is the raps kill em
Live life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, that you could be stopping me
couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's for me
Rap is dying to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I could bring it back, not only but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Houston
The and I'm in the booth, and your truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out in these streets, and I see these old
Record labels trying to advance, to drop old material
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy Sells we gon it up
Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"

Then they said on the radio, I ain't beefing rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, leave you rojo
Hey red in Spanish, real niggaz'll never vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put little advance, back in your purse ha-ha
That nigga say he don't me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't like me come me
And if you can't the flight,
and you like me then write me
I ain't concerned, with any of concerns
I'm to stack, plack on top of plack like gum germs
I got enough twisters, to make the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could it sun burn
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, then up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the rap nigga and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and spit some'ing sicker
Ha-ha, mayn