Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

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

Y'all is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, these
the bottom 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 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

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

But wiser, 'cause these guys are
Leave you up shits and won't lose sleep
So while we pack the heat, I got the and koch
My man got the dot, five-oh
It's like the movies shots as niggaz

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

Now we on the part of the map
Houston, of the year, everybody there
Texas, no list, only real players allowed
Me and my dudes make out rounds, must be crazy

Y'all is crazy, to think
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 can't 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

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

Good grain gettin', shit and lovin' the
Bobby singin', my wrist and rings gleaming
Hat cocked duce, the quarter loosely
Poppin' the bottle and tippin' the fifth of to goosey

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

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

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all niggaz can't me, trick these
the bottom 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 don't 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
Smokin' on the

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

Damn, all for the cheese, I lost both of my
That's why theres toasters in both of my
Damn and I'll sell 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, like goin' to

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

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