Luyện nghe bài hát Live from the Bridge

Aey yo, this is Nas my man DJ Clue
The professional two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like
Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the world
Black Sinatra on yo' ass
Q.B. nigga

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

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

DJ
This is
Nas
from the Bridge

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

Damn, I'm sayin', you with Nastradamus
We flowin' to St. Thomas box full of stones
So I can change
masterpieces on black sandy beaches
Even the paparazzi to peep us
with dark shades and fake beards
A lucky noticed Tyra Banks here
But I showed the tabloids bogus
I told 'em back off before I flip Castor Troy

DJ Clue, Nas
Live from the

C'mon,

Live from the Bridge, cliques high from the iz'
Wear the most shit, niggas knockin' my shit
Denali's, fat rims, 2000 S Benz
Watchin' with two dime lesbians
I hit it of course, I did it to
The last Don, doin' hits Pepe and Cross
Esco the boss, cash long, niggas think I'm
'Cause I'm in a with a bitch cold waxin' her

I leave my marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula
'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor
'Til I meet a gangsta bitch, her banks to hit
In return all she wants to do is drink the
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