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 spot by some made men
Im high on hemp a fly old
walked in, his suit was shark skin,
He me up from some of the thoughts Im lost in
What fame does to niggas, change to bitterness
Friends to for the audience screams ridiculous
Jumped up, the tab got in my Benz and went
To my old tenement, visit my old friends
Some love and some are envious
Some got the heart of gold, some
At times I go back to being 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 fast past the hardness
written 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 I chose
Bandanna the eye, Dior sandals
Car doors rise with no touch of the
Capiche? Capri style, its on beaches and
Far police sirens at least for a weekend
then its back to the creepin
Id like to make a toast of champagne on behald of this nigga speaking
Add a splash to the
Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this
As i the table like Babe Ruth
Louisville in my grip for a fake dude
Bat to the with brute force
Splatter my cream velour
They hit me with
I slip in your whore
Your b*tch 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 aint f*cking with J Crew
Its safe to say I was young and innocent
But look what I know now, is all worth

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

I to the street life
The executive chief
The felons, mothers with kids they trying to feed right
The wearers modern day Che Guevaras
Cuz I barely survived crazy
Honest, always make on my promise
I dont it I do it you can hold me to it
I was born to this life I didnt it
But Id be wrong not to take a few tickets
You and I are real different, we share the same beliefs
Fight in the ring or buy seats
Either you like beef or you like to
Give me gloves, and Ima do it how the say
We em and we come out tussling
The ghetto is my garden of
So I keep bobbing and
Its intense so Im hardly
KO, and the winner is Nas, how the scene ends

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