Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

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

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all can't fade me, trick these
From the 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 don't want to zone me, want it your way
So when I get, I'm 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 bitches who eat choch and deep
Same niggaz that get down, remember
California style, yeah I back again

But much wiser, these guys are
Leave you up shits creek and lose sleep
So we pack the heat, I got the heckler and koch
My man got the dot, block
It's the movies shots as niggaz watch

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

Now we on the part of the map
Houston, party of the year, everybody
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, trick
the bottom to the top
From the to the block
I got to get it, I'm givin' it all I got

And y'all haters 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 whips that I be
on the exquisite

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
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 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'
Smokin' on the

Yeah, I pray every day for a better
I say it's gon' get better but it's like I'm right
Make it better Christ, I'm on both of my
no hope, that why I'm smokin' the trees

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

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

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

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