Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

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

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, and tires
glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up the stars
cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
Before the Christ, after the
The last one left, let my cash invest in
Came a along way blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, siete
Bet my nine spit for the
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under Earth
Rich men and tried, but none of it worked
just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that my future under the sky
To rob or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man of fame?
Much to you, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or we'll 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
Greeks in Egypt, learning 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 like crisp
accounts from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all
Combined in one man; like the '99 jam
Hummer man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a 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 every night
Now