Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born
time a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, only natural I explain
My plateau, and also, defines my name
First it was Nasty, but 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 shoot up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, am I sane?
That depends, carry to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD to trees
Line the barrel up with your picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the
To the corner thugs hustling for cars cost dough
To the big dogs living large, in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your
Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt around their neck in jail cells naked
and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N-A-S are the that spell
NAS, NAS

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

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