Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at red brake lights
The beside a restaurant
Cold egg sat on my plate like
3 AM this is a frequented by some made men
Im high on hemp a fly old
Just walked in, his suit was skin,
He woke me up from some of the thoughts Im in
What fame does to niggas, change love to
to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous
Jumped up, paid the tab got in my and went
To my old housing tenement, my old friends
Some show love and are envious
Some got the heart of gold, some
At times I wanna go to being penniless
Ignorance is bliss, i being innocent
Ugh, but lifes got me on the again
And all is real so worth mentioning.

If I could press pause, or forward past the hardness
Visions bring words to life like Im smitten with
Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) like film

Ice on gold from mossbergs to clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I
over the eye, Dior sandals
Car rise with no touch of the handles
Capiche? style, its on beaches and islands
Far police sirens at least for a weekend
its back to the streets creepin
Id to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this nigga speaking
Add a to the Seagrams
Roll the hash for my world renowned this evening
As i the table like Babe Ruth
Louisville in my grip for a fake dude
Bat to the brain with brute
Splatter my cream suit
They hit me lawsuit
I in your whore coupe
Your hate you, word to Jesus
Bet you never knew she toot yay and play a gay crew
OGs to make way for the new
Young niggas want Polo aint f*cking with J
Its safe to say I was once young and
But look what I know now, is all worth

If I could pause, or
fast forward past the
written bring words to life like Im smitten with
Memories real, still ill, now I (appeal?) crisp like film

I speak to the street
The chief types
The felons, young mothers with they trying to feed right
The botega wearers modern day Che
Cuz I survived crazy eras
Honest, always make on my promise
I dont talk it I do it you can me to it
I was to this life I didnt invent it
But Id be wrong not to take a few meal
You and I are real different, we dont the same beliefs
Fight in the or buy ringside seats
you like beef or you like to spectate
Give me gloves, and Ima do it how the say
We touch em and we out tussling
The ghetto is my of eden
So I bobbing and weaving
Its intense so Im breathing
KO, and the winner is Nas, how the scene ends

If I press pause, or
forward past the hardness
Visions written bring words to life like Im smitten
Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like