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 can't fade me, trick 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 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

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

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

But the version
East Coast, West Coast as we connect these
'Cause we ain't to buck, step on the Timbs and Chuck's
Is happen, gun clappin', remember that

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

Y'all 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 hold me, no way
And y'all want to zone me, want it your way
So when I get, I'm get it, in my life
How I live it and whips I be whippin'
on the exquisite

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

Good gettin', shit and lovin' the feelin'
Bobby Womack singin', my wrist and gleaming
Hat duce, puffin' the quarter loosely
Poppin' the bottle and tippin' the of that to goosey

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

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

Y'all niggaz is crazy, to
Y'all can't fade 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 can't hold me, no way
And y'all want to zone me, want 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

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

Damn, all for the cheese, I lost both of my
That's why toasters in both of my hands
Damn and I'll sell and birds '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 tryin' to be fatality listed
And yo bredrin', gettin' 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 my son mo' dough in the mail
Oh but I got God on my side so I'm beatin' the case
This life but I'm keepin' the faith

Y'all is crazy, to think
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 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
Smokin' on the