Luyện nghe bài hát Never Gonna Give It Up

(featuring II Men)

[Nas
Man, we you man, you hear me?
This is from the General man, Nas man
Bravehearts you man, this is to all of ya niggaz
Who been my name from day one to make yourselves famous
Whether you me out on your records
Whether you try to come at me on your records, or whether you you know...?
You know... you know how you dick riding This goes out to ya
Cause we you man, I've done made a lot of niggaz famous man
But I'm gon' make you...I make you make the papers, one's for you
Hey yo, up
It been a lot of times when a nigga wanna fuck with this rap shit no more
Fuck this shit, but you know...? Through the I started to see shit, you knowamsayin?
see niggaz driving around with fancy cars, diamonds all that shit
Niggaz thinking nigga
Got to go through a whole bunch of big shit, all that
But you know what? that shit, you know how I feel? Yo

[Nas with
I'm never gonna give it up, fuck
I made a mil', but that ain't good
Ocean and a beach so I can live it up
See, that's the baby, you got to understand its life baby
I'm never give it up, fuck that
I made a mil', but that ain't enough
and a beach so I can really live it up
See, that's the life baby, you got to its life baby

1]
Uhh... I got the mention and the nice
chain, and an ice watch
All fame in my life's hard
I entertain, been so many places, see so many different
They look the same the stages
the concert, hours of long work
Home sick form the role, smoking my hurt
Even now I'm recording songs
It's better than, when I was pedaling doing
I brought the crew along, we
Fucking married they go to their husbands
Bitches ain't shit, we laughing with
Can't even role the streets now, without the
I the nigga off impost, that shit is weak
On trial, what I'm gon' the judge
He don't give me no smile, he don't give me no love, the jury
That's when I need status and the blackness
This motherfucker's rappers, what a life

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2]
My girl hate when I'm with my boys, I'm cheating
Every morning knocking at my door state
Give him a reason, but I don't it to him
They they heard a disturbance, and I just listen to him
See, I until they push me
hate when you know the law, you ain't pussy - you not fake
Can't explain how much I the block
we was slinging with my niggaz, screaming "Fuck the cops!"
Now when I'm dreaming I can see my dead smile
Wake up, I get some air, hit the mall for a while - pick up gear
I'm to the studio; my engineer put the track up from "out west"
And he me spit it clear...Uhh
Another hit is made, another album
So ones again we getting paid, and now we
Get to shoot the video, all in the city yo
I'm hoping that a nigga blow, but ya don't hear me

3]

Uhh...the haters say I ain't
Hope I fall, but I slip
Got to ball, got to bank
Old ladies hate my moms cause their kids ate them out to
Catch my moms on the bench
I got to stay awake, got to today
Glad I'm still alive, fuck them haters say
So many times I ain't wanna
a normal life, when I ain't Nas all the time
Uhh...so many problems too, do I got to do
As long as my say, "Boy, I'm proud of you!"
I keep laying hits, one is never
Plus if I stop, how will I stay