Luyện nghe bài hát We Gon' Make It

Baby, this is last dance, you know how you do it
There's no like you
And there'll never be nigga like you
Put foot on these motherfuckers' necks
Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em

As my spin, lowrider sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can my rims
Hard top, six-four, I'm Diddy, no
I can't in New York City

I'm it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast
I done been and did it
Ten without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted

1990 Raw, I you ice
You know who Jacob was, so I showed you twice
When it was About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's to, Sean

with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars losin' focus
These rap niggaz hopeless, you can the locks
But I'ma shine for niggaz ain't know Big

Do like my future's here now
It feels good to see the sun in the
I'm got a feelin' that the people are
I heard a rumor things ain't changin'
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, reverse the
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot

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

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

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

Do seem like my 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 ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

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

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

I spend absurd money, private money
Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
Old habits die hard, the Vanguard winner
New torch 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, I'ma live on
Bad Boy for life, bitch, does it better

Do seem like my future's now
It good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm got a feelin' the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things changin'
But Lord knows that we make it

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