Luyện nghe bài hát 2nd Childhood

Yeah,

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

Yo
Explode, my were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years back, Nasir would explore a career in rap
As a music dude, I mastered this Cube
Godzilla, fought Gargantua, glued to the tube
Was a, long time ago, Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumping out Chryslers, paper
Pops puffin his sess, punching his like a gorilla
was psychoes, killers
Saw Divine, and Chungo, Lil' Turkey
R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursing front of Ms.
Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sisters
My was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
I knew, all that I'd had meant something
early, to fear none little Nas was hunting
Living carefree laughing, got on the daily
Y'all acting like some old folks don't hear me
Yo I'm in my childhood

"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"

"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
break his moms furniture, watching Comicview
Got babies by different ladies smoking L's
In the same spot he stood since, well
his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her
Junior high school dropout, never cared
They was paid just to up and leave, no one succeeds
So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different
Sitting on, different like it's musical chairs
All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at
With dudes it's them he want to be like
It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never up
31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second

"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"

"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"

Baby girl she's always talking name hanging late
smoking hates her baby daddy, craves shopping
E popping Ecstasy taking, won't her education
Best friend she keeps changing, with limitations
Lusting men, many hotels, Fendi
nothing in her bank account fronting she do well
Her kid suffers he don't get that he deserve
He the Sun, she the Earth, mom, even worse
No job never stay working, mad
Shorty they her the brain surgeon
Time flying she the person, never matures
All her married doing well
She's in the streets yakkety yakkin she was 12
is twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, she's in her second childhood

"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"

"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"

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