Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is last dance, you know how you do it
no nigga like you
And never be another nigga like you
Put your foot on motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my Daytons spin, lowrider low
corners so hard, you can taste my rims
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I hide in New York City

I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the
Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her
I done there and did it
Ten years without gettin' inside my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You ain't know who was, so I showed you twice
it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,

Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci
And switch to All Stars without focus
These rap niggaz hopeless, you can change the
But I'ma for niggaz that ain't know Big

Do seem like my here now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't
But Lord that we gon' make it

me who shot Big
And take the bullets out of 2Pac's
If I could, I would reverse the car, the beef
Put it all in a pot and it on a D Dot beat

Sometimes I get drunk for stress
Other I put 'Life After Death' on and peep
We ride, what's a door Bentley Coupe
Without my nigga on the passenger

And still, I try to get money, fly
the race, holdin' my crown high
I fly next to God, my eyes on the
Been a long time but now I'm re-energized

The and times of a mastermind
Dedicate every breath to claim my designs,
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And dump my ashes N.Y.

Do seem my future's here now
It feels good to see the sun in the
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't
But Lord that we gon' make it

I'm the king of all kings, I by no rules
And do I do by any means
Call him necessary, the great
extraordinary, a life legendary

Who else put flows out that put out?
Flee the cold weather, sleeves with my toes out
Nine-six, Big showed me to do
But deep in my heart, is 'No Way Out II'

I spend money, private bird money
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
Old die hard, the Vanguard Award winner
New York gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga

I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel
This is life when you black, and dangerous
I'm with God, live on forever
Bad Boy for life, bitch, nobody does it

Do like my future's here now
It feels to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a that the people are talkin'
I a rumor that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows we gon' make it

So there y'all it
Words a wise great king
We it when you speak the truth, daddy
Don't ever stop, please, don't ever