Luyện nghe bài hát Film

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

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

Ice on from mossbergs to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the I chose
over the eye, Dior sandals
Car doors rise with no of the handles
Capiche? Capri style, its on and islands
Far police sirens at least for a weekend
then its back to the creepin
Id like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of nigga speaking
Add a splash to the
Roll the hash for my world renowned goons evening
As i circle the table like Ruth
Louisville Slugger in my grip for a dude
Bat to the brain brute force
Splatter my cream suit
They hit me with
I slip in your coupe
Your b*tch hate you, word to
Bet you never knew she toot yay and play a gay crew
OGs hate to way for the new
Young niggas want aint f*cking with J Crew
Its safe to say I was once and innocent
But look what I know now, is all worth

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

I speak to the life
The executive chief
The felons, young with kids they trying to feed right
The botega modern day Che Guevaras
Cuz I barely survived eras
Honest, make good on my promise
I talk it I do it you can hold 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 share the same beliefs
Fight in the ring or buy ringside
you like beef or you like to spectate
Give me gloves, and Ima do it how the say
We touch em and we come out
The is my garden of eden
So I bobbing and weaving
Its so Im hardly breathing
KO, and the is Nas, thats how the scene ends

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