Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

Yea, he he, Don
Original Son Nas
That nigga Cass rules, what up

Y'all is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz can't me, trick these
the bottom to the top
From the to the block
I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got

And y'all haters hold me, no way
And y'all don't to zone me, want it your way
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my
How I live it and that I be whippin'
on the exquisite

In the crib, two of coke, liquor and dope
Pretty Hawaiian bitches who eat choch and throat
Same niggaz that get down, them
California style, yeah I went back

But wiser, 'cause these guys are
Leave you up shits creek and lose sleep
So while we pack the heat, I got the heckler and
My man got the dot, five-oh
It's the movies shots as niggaz watch

But the American
East Coast, West Coast as we these curtains
'Cause we scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck's
Is happen, gun clappin', remember that

Now we on the part of the map
Houston, of the year, everybody there
Texas, no guest list, real players allowed
Me and my dudes make out rounds, must be crazy

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
niggaz can't fade me, trick these
From the to the top
From the booth to the
Anyway I got to get it, I'm it all I got

And haters can't hold me, no way
And y'all don't want to zone me, want it way
So when I get, I'm get it, in my life
How I live it and whips that I be
on the exquisite

V A spittin', platinum grill grinnin'
Chrome rims spinnin', wood grain glistenin'
Any amount we sippin', passion for livin'
Free, and out of prison flexin' that new edition

Good grain gettin', shit and the feelin'
Womack singin', my wrist and rings gleaming
Hat cocked duce, puffin' the quarter
Poppin' the bottle and tippin' the of that to goosey

for Swill and Halle, smokin' for Lil' Shawney
Still reppin' bad news and all my soldiers
some better days, dispute burdens I carry
See cousin hookin' money for God terry

Floss every chance I get, spread freely
Still spittin' this gangsta shit, 'cause the streets me
Still got that milly, for niggaz actin' silly
Still pimpin' gangsta pretty, the seven cities

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all can't fade me, trick these
From the to the top
From the booth to the
I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got

And y'all haters can't me, no way
And y'all don't want to me, want it your way
So I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life
How I it and whips that I be whippin'
on the exquisite

Yeah, I pray day for a better life
I say it's gon' get but it's like I'm never right
Make it Christ, I'm on both of my knees
There's no hope, that why I'm smokin' the

Damn, all for the cheese, I lost both of my
why theres toasters in both of my hands
Damn and I'll sell coke and birds 'fore I go to
I go to the Range more than I go to

My whole twisted but this reality isn't it
I ain't tryin' to be listed
And yo bredrin', gettin' dough is like to Heaven
And goin' to jail, like to hell

But I go in the grave, I'll go in the cell
Just send my son mo' dough in the
Oh well but I got God on my side so I'm the case
This life crazy but I'm keepin' the

Y'all is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick
From the to the top
From the booth to the
I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got

And haters can't hold me, no way
And y'all don't to zone me, want it your way
So I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life
How I live it and whips that I be
Smokin' on the