Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

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

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

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

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

But much wiser, these guys are
Leave you up creek and won't lose sleep
So while we 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 Coast as we these curtains
'Cause we ain't to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck's
Is gonna happen, gun clappin', that

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

Y'all is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz 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 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 it and whips that I be whippin'
Smokin' on the

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

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

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

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

Y'all is crazy, to think
Y'all can't fade 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 y'all don't want to 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

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

Damn, all for the cheese, I both of my mans
That's why theres in both of my hands
Damn and I'll sell coke and birds 'fore I go to
I go to the more than 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 goin' to

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

niggaz is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, 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 can't hold me, no way
And y'all don't want to 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