Luyện nghe bài hát The Don

New York girl, dem a mad we
New York girl, dem a mad we
New York girl, dem a mad we
New girl, dem a mad over we

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
New York City, inna New York City
Inna New York City, inna New City

Smoking a escubano, my second bottle
I don't catch a homo, grossing our net
Simultaneously making me climb
Heinous behind me, search but can't find me
Fuck sadness, had this you having this lavish
Habitual happiness at me you wouldn't backwards
You would sex on condominium roof decks
So anyone next, I'll hit you with two Tecs
Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on Mazy
My Colombiana riding beside me
Every tat mean something, that's my word on my
I'll have to lean wit that Mossberg shotty
My niggas is ignant, put in yo pigment
Just cuz was mad at all the years I was getting it
In 97 the six, 98 the
Now it's the Ghost Phantom and y'all can't 'em but

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Inna New City, inna New York City
Inna New York City, inna New York

Yeah, army jacket swag, Army jacket green and
With the square top pocket that snaps, the gas at?
Pass that, not you, you cracks in your ass crack
I never did that, my sock's my stash was at
Yo, I to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack
I fell in with all that poetry I mastered that
Cutting school Preme team, the Fat Cat was at
not crystal clear yet Baccarat
Now I'm the one who reppin' Queens, way beyond wildest dreams
Bottles on bottles with sparklers my team
long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans
20 years in this game, 17
I lean, no codeine, promethazine
I blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king
he's on to another chapter
Heavy D this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, rah

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Inna New York City, inna New York
Inna New York City, New York City

New York is an Island, a big Rikers Island
The be out wilin', all I hear is sirens
It's all about surviving, old two step
Try to stay alive when they be out
I out rhymin' since born knowledge
Like prophet Muhammad the ink from a scholar
more than the blood of a martyr
So I'ma, keep it on 'til I see a billion
Keep your friends and your enemies closer
Love model chocha mommy pop it she 'pose ta
Eyes red shot like I'm sober
Big time smoker, Indonesian
Mini me's you can hold up you end up wet up from my soldiers
Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm
This for ghetto in the hood
Nas the Don, Cat the Don Dada, understood?

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
New York City, inna New York City
Inna New York City, inna New York