Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

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

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

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

In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and
Hawaiian bitches who eat choch and deep throat
Same niggaz that get down, remember
California style, yeah I went again

But much wiser, these guys are
Leave you up shits creek and won't sleep
So while we pack the heat, I got the and koch
My man got the dot, block
like the movies shots as niggaz watch

But the American
Coast, West Coast as we connect these curtains
'Cause we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and
Is happen, gun clappin', remember that

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

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

And y'all haters 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
Smokin' on the

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

Good grain gettin', and lovin' the feelin'
Bobby Womack singin', my wrist and rings
Hat cocked duce, puffin' the loosely
Poppin' the bottle and tippin' the fifth of that to

Shinnin' for and Halle, smokin' for Lil' Shawney
Still bad news and all my soldiers fallen
Enjoy some better days, dispute I carry
See cousin money for God momma terry

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

niggaz is crazy, to think
Y'all can't fade me, trick these
From the to the top
From the to the block
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 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'
Smokin' on the

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

Damn, all for the cheese, I both of my mans
That's why theres toasters in of my hands
and I'll sell coke and birds 'fore I go to work
I go to the Range more I go to church

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

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

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick
the bottom to the top
From the to the block
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 want to zone me, want it way
So when I get, I'm get it, in my life
How I it and whips that I be whippin'
on the exquisite