Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Fade Me

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

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

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

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

But the version
East Coast, West Coast as we connect 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 list, only real players allowed
Me and my make out rounds, y'all must be crazy

Y'all is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz can't 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 don't want to zone me, want it your way
So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my
How I it and whips that I be whippin'
on the exquisite

V A game spittin', platinum grill
Chrome rims spinnin', with wood grain
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 the fifth of that to goosey

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

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

niggaz is crazy, to think
Y'all niggaz 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 can't me, no way
And y'all 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 that I be
on the exquisite

Yeah, I pray day for a better life
I say it's gon' get better but it's 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 lost both of my
That's why theres toasters in 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 mentality twisted but this reality it
I ain't tryin' to be fatality
And yo bredrin', dough 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' 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

Y'all 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 can't me, no way
And don't 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'
Smokin' on the