Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

Yea, he he, Don
God's Son Nas
That nigga Cass rules, up baby

niggaz is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz fade me, trick these
the bottom 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 don't want to zone me, it your way
So when I get, I'm get it, in my life
How I live it and that I be whippin'
on the exquisite

In the crib, two bricks of coke, and dope
Pretty Hawaiian who eat choch and deep throat
Same niggaz that get down, remember
California style, yeah I back again

But much wiser, 'cause these 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 movies shots as niggaz

But the American
East Coast, West Coast as we connect these
'Cause we scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck's
Is gonna happen, gun clappin', remember

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

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, these
the bottom to the top
From the to the block
Anyway I got to get it, I'm 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 I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life
How I live it and whips that I be
on the exquisite

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

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

Shinnin' for Swill and Halle, for Lil' Shawney
Still reppin' bad news and all my soldiers
Enjoy some days, dispute burdens I carry
See cousin hookin' money for God 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
Still pimpin' gangsta pretty, reppin' the cities

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
niggaz can't fade me, trick these
From the to the top
the booth to the block
Anyway I got to get it, I'm 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 gon' get it, in my
How I live it and whips I be whippin'
Smokin' on the

Yeah, I pray every day for a better
I say it's gon' get but it's 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 sell coke and birds 'fore I go to work
I go to the more than I go to church

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

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

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

And y'all haters hold me, no way
And y'all want to zone me, want it your way
So when I get, I'm get it, in my life
How I live it and that I be whippin'
Smokin' on the