Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

Yea, he he, Don
Original Son Nas
That Cass rules, what up baby

Y'all is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick
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 haters 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'
on the exquisite

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

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 movies shots as niggaz

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

Now we on the southern of the map
Houston, of the year, everybody there
Texas, no guest list, only real allowed
Me and my dudes make out rounds, y'all must be

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all niggaz 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 y'all haters can't 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 that I be whippin'
on the exquisite

V A spittin', platinum grill grinnin'
Chrome rims spinnin', 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 Womack singin', my wrist and rings
Hat duce, puffin' the quarter loosely
Poppin' the bottle and tippin' the fifth of that to

for Swill and Halle, smokin' for Lil' Shawney
Still reppin' bad news and all my soldiers
Enjoy some better days, dispute I carry
See cousin money for God momma terry

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

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
niggaz can't fade me, trick these
From the to the top
the booth 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 zone me, want it way
So when I get, I'm get it, in my life
How I live it and whips that I be
on the exquisite

Yeah, I pray every day for a 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 the trees

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

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

But I go in the grave, I'll 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 crazy but I'm the faith

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all niggaz can't me, trick 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 haters can't 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 I be whippin'
Smokin' on the