Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, inserted, a baby's being born
time a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my
First it was Nasty, but times have
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain
I spent time in the game, my mind on fame
Saw fiends up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to my aim
On rooftops, CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your picture then squeeze
Street for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that dough
To the big dogs living large, taking in
Pushing big toys, getting nice, your life
Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around their neck in jail cells
Heaven and hell, rap legend, is felt
And of course N-A-S are the letters that
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and
Bulletproof glass, is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
Before the Christ, after the
The last one left, let my invest in stock
Came a way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
From the with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, zeros
Bet my nine for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under Earth
Rich men and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and
Before my called, history's made
fall, but I rise, thug or die
Making choices, determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, even if you me the opposite
Sooner or later all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but nothing
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your
I'm like a sweeper, green leaf breather
Like in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like money
accounts from a rich company
I'm like for ladies, I'm like all races
in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like being locked around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the of a millionaire spending a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a poet
Live it and I down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it system every night
Now