Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

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

Y'all is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz can't fade me, 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 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 that I be whippin'
on the exquisite

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 shits creek and won't sleep
So we pack the heat, I got the heckler and koch
My man got the dot, block
It's like the movies as niggaz watch

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 part 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

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all can't fade me, trick these
From the 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, 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

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

grain gettin', shit and lovin' the feelin'
Bobby Womack singin', my wrist and rings
Hat cocked duce, puffin' the loosely
Poppin' the and tippin' the fifth of that to goosey

Shinnin' for Swill and Halle, for Lil' Shawney
reppin' bad news and all my soldiers fallen
Enjoy some better days, burdens I carry
See cousin hookin' for God momma terry

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

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 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 that I be
on the exquisite

Yeah, I every day for a better life
I say it's gon' get better but it's like I'm never
Make it better Christ, I'm on both of my
There's no hope, that why I'm the trees

Damn, all for the cheese, I both of my mans
That's why theres toasters in both of my
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 twisted but this reality it
I ain't to be fatality listed
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 but I got God on my side so I'm beatin' the case
This crazy but I'm keepin' the faith

niggaz is crazy, to think
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 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 that I be whippin'
on the exquisite