Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

Yea, he he, Don
Original Son Nas
That nigga Cass rules, what up

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
niggaz can't fade me, trick these
From the to the top
From the booth to the
I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got

And y'all haters can't me, no way
And y'all want to zone me, want it your way
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my
How I live it and whips I be whippin'
Smokin' on the

In the crib, two of coke, liquor and dope
Hawaiian bitches who eat choch and deep throat
Same that get down, remember them
California style, yeah I went back

But much wiser, 'cause guys are
you up shits creek and won't lose sleep
So we pack the heat, I got the heckler and koch
My man got the dot, block
It's like the shots as niggaz watch

But the version
East Coast, West as we connect these curtains
'Cause we ain't scared to buck, on the Timbs and Chuck's
Is happen, gun clappin', remember that

Now we on the southern of the map
Houston, party of the year, there
Texas, no guest list, only real players
Me and my make out rounds, y'all must be crazy

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all niggaz can't me, trick these
From the to the top
From the booth to the
I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got

And y'all haters hold me, no way
And y'all don't want to zone me, want it way
So when I get, I'm get it, in my life
How I it and whips that I be whippin'
on the exquisite

V A spittin', platinum grill grinnin'
Chrome rims spinnin', with wood glistenin'
Any amount we sippin', for thugs livin'
Free, fresh and out of prison flexin' that new

Good grain gettin', and lovin' the feelin'
Womack singin', my wrist and rings gleaming
Hat duce, puffin' the quarter loosely
Poppin' the and tippin' the fifth of that to goosey

Shinnin' for Swill and Halle, smokin' for Lil'
Still reppin' bad and all my soldiers fallen
Enjoy some days, dispute burdens I carry
See hookin' money for God momma terry

Floss every I get, spread love freely
Still spittin' this gangsta shit, 'cause the streets me
Still got that mack milly, for niggaz silly
pimpin' gangsta pretty, reppin' the seven cities

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick
From the to the top
From the booth to the
I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got

And y'all can't hold me, no way
And don't want to zone me, want it your way
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my
How I live it and that I be whippin'
on the exquisite

Yeah, I every day for a better life
I say it's gon' get better but like I'm never right
Make it better Christ, I'm on of my knees
There's no hope, that why I'm the trees

Damn, all for the cheese, I lost of my mans
That's why theres toasters in both of my
Damn and I'll sell coke and birds I go to work
I go to the Range more I go to church

My whole mentality twisted but this reality it
I ain't tryin' to be listed
And yo bredrin', gettin' is like goin' to Heaven
And goin' to jail, like to hell

But I go in the grave, I'll go in the cell
Just my son mo' dough in the mail
Oh well but I got God on my side so I'm the case
This life crazy but I'm keepin' the

Y'all is crazy, to think
niggaz can't fade me, trick these
From the to the top
From the booth to the
Anyway I got to get it, I'm it all I got

And y'all can't hold me, no way
And y'all don't want to zone me, want it way
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my
How I live it and whips I be whippin'
on the exquisite