Luyện nghe bài hát Echo

I mean Nas is one of the greatest, can we get a
Woo, cheers!
I mean the echo of life is the echo of
And the echo of love is the from above
And some people don't even really know what they doin',
I mean, can you this, can you feel the vibe
Can you the zone?
The that we on, the zone that we own
I the zone that we own is the zone of our own
Goddamn, you can smell the
Fly nigga shit, fly, fresh,
back, goddamn, double breast, yeah
The suit, that is, the suit, is
I'm tryin' to make a building for the kids is
I'm it's (Echo, echo)
Do the love,
Came back like the Michael glove
Yeah, we shinin', we just shinin'
Rewind the track, to remind it, yeah
From to BX to Queens
Came back, man, we say "Who next?" Yeah, yeah,
to the kings, yeah
Toast to the up in here, yeah
The apple that's a poison
So many may get poisoned
Man, the can be poison
You can talk crazy, your boys in

Throwin' piss out the window at
Chasin' with warrants
There was never no
ass was enormous
I was fresh indeed, think her sexually
a bunch of Radio Raheems, rest in peace
Four finger rings, big as knuckles
Haters walk by, try to you if they hug you
Lady on the fourth floor hollering every
'Til she planned up, wasn't having it that
He was beating her, she ain't it that evening
One to the neck and the jugular, now he bleeding
She beat the case, but damn the kid
I'm dating a daughter, but I'm visions of a mother

nights, no project lights
Hopin' a friend try to rob my mom at night
She work hard to it to the table
U before we had cable
Campbell's soup before I had
Viker shoe before I had the
for the karate movie
Out of mouth movin' movie
Sent to the for a loosie
Came a way, now the same ones salute me
Haters say it must be nice, I say it be hate
I like that line, that shit straight fake
Yeah, I'm the '80s, not the '90s stuff
Time was real in Jamaica Queens, Bumps
kings and all that
Rowdy boys with baseball bats
Italians and on Ditmars
Steinway Street, all the slick

I know some fake niggas a lie
I got real niggas ready to die, uh
I know fake niggas livin' a lie
I got some niggas ready to die

We was Times Square pioneers, 40 deuce, boots
40 ounce brew the true Bishop Juice
Runnin' wild, loose, me and my 40 troops were
Style, it was coats, Polo gooses, ruthless
and wolves, bail-jumpers
Everybody everywhere
They was tryin' to jump us for
story, my youngins, I'm a deadly thuggish Fredly Douglas
Military persona, yeah, I'm livin' with
To my niggas who servin' 40 I'm in my 40s
I'm a observatory, a murder story since a shorty
On this journey 'til I'm A at Berniesdead
Burnin' herb, Porsche frames on my head
30 years ago, memories they never
Special memories, my nigga, that never forget
For some reason we isolate that
I wouldn't change a thing for a billion

I know some fake livin' a lie
I got some real ready to die, uh
I know some fake niggas a lie
I got some real niggas to die

Research me, see I was never playin'
I'm who babies are talkin' to and you don't know what they
I'm who communicate with
The code of a who don't tell or say shit
A dollar stay in the hood 18
In white hoods it stays for days, why it never stay up in
I'm talkin' black power, talkin' that white power
I'm talkin' that Latin power, we go for ours
United, yeah, I'm talking
States of America now at war the ISIS
Isis a out in Egypt, look how they got us
Damn, damn, God, look how got us
Isis even the original name of the black Goddess
They all it up, now it's a name of some group
motherfuckers

I'ma put this down and get the fuck outta here
I'm livin' my dream
Shout out to all my out there livin' your dream
Word up, go