Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

[Intro: Ice]
Yo, yo Nas. Big and Pac like you man
So get off they please man
This is Ice and man
for you, faggot!!

[Verse 1:
A nigga named Nas think he like me
Now its on 'till he R.I.P, the odds be
Against me, you real, convince me, I you a bitch
Pardon me Nas, I you suck dick
the last time you came to Queensbridge to see the kids
Speak to Ill Will moms, or cheese to Wiz
Streat Dreams put me in the fridge
You a hossa, a pig
Mafia was eatin' wit Big
Jay let Bleek and 'em
Nore got comfortable
All ya mans do is smoke blunts with you
a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, I'm about chips
Look at my we all got whips

2]
Nasty Nas all ya life you me
daughter might be Jay Z's
Illmatic was real cause you was to portray me
of fact, time for Sony to pay me
For "Life's a bitch, God the bitch divorce me"
"Street Dreems", and every other you got off me
I shoulda kept the for me
Fuck it now the whole world
Who coward ass Nas to be
You was broke, Killa was ya weed
Ya Lex got repossessed, I had mines on the
You shoulda kept it wit Nature
Steve taught you how to deal wit paper
lose crowns, and kingdoms fall
When ya queen moves foul, she's
Jay Z's boo now, what should he do

3]
Off the throne when the fours get
Lake can't you, Lord is just fold
Big's last was "You lost it homes"
You the Ill Will is in the coffin yo
When he got shot, you was too soft to
Talkin' 'bout you a Pac
Nah you a Pac
I get and take blocks
You bend down and take
Chris Lightys behind you, get it?
My niggas'll find you
You give ya niggas nothing, the diamonds, the
I got shot ain't no I did
But I was sendin' fire at
the fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch!!

4]
Check it, I had One Love for niggas, days are over
Halftime expired, the is over
It hard to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob you
A Bitch and so are you
I Am, a nightmare to Street
My New York State Of Mind will ya weak team
Take a trip Memory Lane
had ya ride in flames
You didn't represent nigga you cried in
If the world is yours nigga why you hide ya
If ya is yours, I won't even go there
My niggas, respected, yours is labeled
If rap is a gun, I Gave You
You better them niggas, thats close to you
Or I'ma pop them
If you could see the future, whats the outcome
It Was Written, you you a thug
You rule the world, take it in blood
You a Suspect Nigga wit a niggas rap
I'm you the Message, ya rhymes are wack
One time for the mind, make you bow
And I'll who's the illest, so Hate Me Now