Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

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

Y'all is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, these
the bottom to the top
From the 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 zone me, 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

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

But wiser, 'cause these guys are
you up shits creek and won't lose sleep
So while we the heat, I got the heckler and koch
My man got the dot, five-oh
It's like the movies shots as niggaz

But the version
East Coast, West Coast as we these curtains
we ain't scared to buck, step 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, must be crazy

niggaz is crazy, to think
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 y'all don't want to zone me, want it way
So I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life
How I live it and whips I be whippin'
Smokin' on the

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

grain gettin', shit and lovin' the feelin'
Bobby Womack singin', my and rings gleaming
Hat cocked duce, puffin' the quarter
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 fallen
Enjoy some days, dispute burdens I carry
See cousin hookin' money for God momma

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

niggaz is crazy, to think
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 y'all haters 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 every day for a better life
I say gon' get better but it's like I'm never right
Make it better Christ, I'm on both of my
There's no hope, why I'm smokin' the trees

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

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

But before I go in the grave, I'll go in the
Just my son mo' dough in the mail
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
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 that I be whippin'
on the exquisite