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
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 zone me, want it way
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my
How I live it and whips that I be
Smokin' on the

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

But much wiser, 'cause these 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, five-oh
like the movies shots as niggaz watch

But the American
East Coast, West as we connect these curtains
we ain't scared to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck's
Is gonna happen, gun clappin', 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 niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick
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 haters can't me, no way
And y'all don't 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', grill grinnin'
Chrome rims spinnin', with grain glistenin'
Any amount we sippin', passion for livin'
Free, and out of prison flexin' that new edition

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

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

Floss every chance I get, spread love
Still spittin' this gangsta shit, 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 niggaz can't fade me, these
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 can't 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 that 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 better Christ, I'm on both of my
no hope, that why I'm smokin' the trees

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

My whole twisted but this reality isn't it
I ain't tryin' to be listed
And yo bredrin', dough is like 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 side so I'm beatin' the
This crazy 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
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 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'
on the exquisite