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 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 get it, in my life
How I it and whips that I be whippin'
Smokin' on the

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

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

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

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 out rounds, y'all must be crazy

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick
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 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
Smokin' on the

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

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

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

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

Y'all is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick
the bottom to the top
From the booth to the
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 to zone me, want it your way
So I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life
How I live it and whips I be whippin'
Smokin' on the

Yeah, I pray day for a better life
I say it's gon' get better but it's like I'm 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 lost both of my
That's why theres toasters in both of my
Damn and I'll sell coke and 'fore I go to work
I go to the Range more than I go to

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 to jail, like goin' to hell

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

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