Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

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

"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the 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 last one left, let my cash in stock
Came a along way from blasting, tecs on
Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning
From the projects with no chips, to large cake
Dimes, giving fellatio, zeros
Bet my spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under this
Rich men died and tried, but of it worked
They just rob grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, made
fall, but I rise, thug or die
Making choices, that determine my under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of
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 heat your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf
Like Greeks in Egypt, somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac 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; the '99 summer jam
Hummer man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and of 'em fam
I'm the of a millionaire spending a hundred grand
I'm a poor dream, a thug poet
Live it and I write down and I watch it up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system night
Now