Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Childhood

Yeah,

"Cause I flow the for the street"
Who else it be"
"Nas"

Yo
Explode, my thoughts were from quarts of beers
Was years back, before Nasir explore a career in rap
As a music dude, I this Rubik's Cube
Godzilla, Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
Was a, long ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice out Chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punching his chest like a
Outside was psychoes,
Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil'
R.I.P. Tyrone, no cursing front of Ms. Vercey
Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge
My building was 40-16, in the blue, hallways was clean
I knew, all that I'd had meant something
Learned early, to fear none little Nas was
carefree laughing, got jokes on the daily
Y'all acting like some old folks y'all don't me
Yo I'm in my second

"Cause when I the for the street"
"Who else it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
"Resurrect, the birth of my seed"
"Queensbridge"
"Make right"
"Get yours, nigga"

"Cause when I the for the street"
"Who else it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
"Resurrect, through the of my seed"
"Queensbridge"
"Make right"
"Get yours, nigga"

Yo, dude is 31, living in his crib
Ex-convict, was paroled there after his bid
Cornrows in his hair, still slinging, got a
They break his furniture, watching Comicview
Got by different ladies high smoking L's
In the same spot he since, eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be
Say he by his moms, hit her on her
Junior high school dropout, teachers cared
They was paid just to up and leave, no one succeeds
So he moves with his peers, different blocks, years
Sitting on, different benches like musical chairs
All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at
With young dudes them he want to be like
It's sad but fun to him right? He never grew up
31 and can't his youth, he's in his second childhood

"Cause I flow the for the street"
"Who could it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
"Resurrect, the birth of my seed"
"Queensbridge"
"Make right"
"Get yours, nigga"

"Cause when I the for the street"
"Who could it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
"Resurrect, the birth of my seed"
"Queensbridge"
"Make right"
"Get yours, nigga"

girl she's always talking name dropping hanging late
Drinking smoking hates her baby daddy, craves
E popping Ecstasy taking, finish her education
Best friend she keeps changing, stuck with
men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel
With in her bank account fronting she do well
Her kid suffers he don't get love he deserve
He the Sun, she the Earth, mom, even worse
No job stay working, mad purty
Shorty call her the brain surgeon
flying she the same person, never matures
All her married doing well
She's in the streets yakkety yakkin she was 12
Honey is twenty-seven, fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her childhood

"Cause I flow the for the street"
"Who could it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
"Resurrect, through the of my seed"
"Queensbridge"
"Make right"
"Get yours, nigga"

"Cause when I the for the street"
"Who could it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
"Resurrect, through the of my seed"
"Queensbridge"
"Make right"
"Get yours, nigga"

"Who else it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"