Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

(*talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
Summer nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die together
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, storms that's my kind of weather
Sending niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was them, that they should die it yella
Some of my fans they look Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one a harder rap
I 'em that I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it more fact
Gimmick rappers have heart attacks, when you 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a snack when the get em
After the baptism, the black in the hit em
No for that gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live life like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think you could be stopping me
couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the they trying to see
I could bring it back, not only force-ably but
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

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

Then they said on the radio, I beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, rappers 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 we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz Janet
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the truth
And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts
Put your little advance, back in your purse
That nigga say he don't like me, he acting he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type snipe me
You don't me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't like me then me
I ain't concerned, any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to the tongue turn
the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun burn
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The trillest to it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

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