Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born
Same a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's natural I explain
My plateau, and also, defines my name
it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I
That depends, Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost
To the big dogs large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life
Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt around their neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is
And of course N-A-S are the that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, and tires
Bulletproof glass, is the realest driver
in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
Before the Christ, the death
The one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake
Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under Earth
men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, made
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that determine my under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
It's a game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or we'll all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through windows
I'm like a sweeper, green leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, somethin deep from they teachers
I'm crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
got you, I'm like Pac dude you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm crisp money
Corporate accounts a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm all races
Combined in one man; the '99 summer jam
Hummer man
I'm like being locked down new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire a hundred grand
I'm a poor dream, a thug poet
it and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system night
Now