Luyện nghe bài hát Live from the Bridge

Aey yo, this is Nas with my man DJ
The part two
Puttin' it down for you ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight Q.B. all the way around the motherfuckin' world
Frank Sinatra on yo' ass
Q.B. nigga

(Put it on)
Was as the bastard who died
Rumors say, I came back with an axe
And niggas actin' like Nas, my passion is to capitalize
Come through my hood you get jacked for your
Catch you from the passengers
My words turn the sea red, like the eyes of a weed
Ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter
I ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets
soul go further up than Astronauts

I talk it and live it, weak dudes should offer forgiveness
'Cause frontin' like you, I'll yourself torchered by killers
In Newyork I'm the predicted by fortune tellers
Sick with the methods, AK's, Berettas
My whole team is like Jerome Bettis
niggas like St. Louis, we dough getters
And ya'll niggas is losers, nothin' with us
Nothin' but Bravehearts gon' wit' us
Uh

DJ
This is
Nas
Live from the

When ya'll niggas fall and start makin' 800
Call commercials like Hall
I'm on times square on New Years with Dick droppin' the ball
With Kool and the Gang, doin' my
Princess cut chains, I bend bitches bike frames
My tight game will make leave Bill quick as lightnin'
I'll have her wearin' jeans, givin' nice brains in a white Range
up to club life, turned her to a thug life

Damn, I'm sayin', you rollin' Nastradamus
We flowin' to St. Thomas jewelry box full of
So I can diamonds
Matchin' on black sandy beaches
the paparazzi tries to peep us
Disguised with shades and fake beards
A lucky photographer Tyra Banks here
But I the tabloids bogus passports
I told 'em back off before I like Castor Troy

DJ Clue, Nas
from the Bridge

C'mon,

from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz'
Wear the popular shit, niggas knockin' my shit
Denali's, fat designed rims, S Benz
Watchin' ESPN two dime lesbians
I hit it of course, I did it to
The last Don, doin' hits like Pepe and
Esco the boss, long, niggas think I'm Blacula
'Cause I'm in a castle with a bitch waxin' her

I leave my teeth in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula
'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor
'Til I meet a bitch, give her banks to hit
In return all she wants to do is the dick
Fuck street clothes, we it out in Tuxedos
niggas with hard bottoms in casinos
A hundred Bravehearts up, nigga reload
We keep low, thousand bank ceelo