Luyện nghe bài hát Echo

I mean Nas is one of the greatest, can we get a
Woo, cheers!
I the echo of life is the echo of love
And the echo of love is the echo from
And some people don't even really know what they doin',
I mean, can you feel this, can you feel the
Can you feel the
The zone that we on, the zone we own
I mean the that we own is the zone of our own
Goddamn, you can smell the
Fly nigga shit, fly, fresh,
back, goddamn, double breast, yeah
The suit, that is, the suit, is
I'm to make a building for the kids that is
I'm it's (Echo, echo)
Do the love,
Came back like the Michael glove
Yeah, we shinin', we just shinin'
Rewind the track, to remind it, yeah
From Newark to BX to
Came back, man, we say "Who next?" Yeah, yeah,
Toast to the kings,
Toast to the queens up in here,
The apple main a poison
So people may get poisoned
Man, the can be poison
You can talk crazy, bring boys in

Throwin' piss out the window at
niggas with warrants
There was never no
Judy's ass was
I was fresh indeed, think her sexually
Knew a bunch of Radio Raheems, rest in
finger rings, big as brass knuckles
Haters walk by, try to you if they hug you
on the fourth floor hollering every evening
'Til she planned up, having it that evening
He was beating her, she have it that evening
One shot to the neck and the jugular, now he
She beat the case, but the kid suffer
I'm dating a daughter, but I'm having visions of a

nights, no project lights
Hopin' a don't try to rob my mom at night
She hard to bring it to the table
Channel U before we had
Campbell's soup before I had
Viker shoe before I had the
40deuce for the karate
Out of sync movin' movie
Sent to the for a loosie
Came a way, now the same ones salute me
Haters say it must be nice, I say it must be
I don't like line, that shit straight fake
Yeah, I'm talkin' the '80s, not the stuff
Time was real in Jamaica Queens, Ronnie
Queensbridge kings and all
Rowdy white boys with bats
Italians and on Ditmars
Steinway Street, all the cars

I know some fake livin' a lie
I got some niggas ready to die, uh
I know some fake livin' a lie
I got some niggas ready to die

We was Times Square pioneers, 40 deuce, 40-below
40 ounce brew the Bishop from Juice
wild, loose, me and my 40 troops were stupid
Style, it was snorkel coats, gooses, ruthless
Goons and wolves,
Everybody from
was tryin' to jump us for pumpin'
True story, my youngins, I'm a deadly thuggish Fredly
persona, yeah, I'm livin' with honor
To my who servin' 40 while I'm in my 40s
I'm a walkin' observatory, a story since a shorty
On journey 'til I'm A Weekend at Berniesdead
herb, Porsche frames hang on my head
30 ago, memories they never left
Special memories, my nigga, that never forget
For some reason we isolate feelin'
I wouldn't a damn thing for a billion

I know some fake niggas a lie
I got real niggas ready to die, uh
I know fake niggas livin' a lie
I got some niggas ready to die

me, you'll see I was never playin'
I'm who babies are talkin' to and you know what they sayin'
I'm who communicate with
The code of a nigga who tell or say shit
A stay in the hood 18 hours
In hoods it stays for days, why it never stay up in ours?
I'm talkin' that black power, that white power
I'm talkin' Latin power, we gotta go for ours
United, yeah, I'm talking
States of America now at war with the
a Goddess out in Egypt, look how they got us
Damn, damn, God, how they got us
Isis even the original name of the black Goddess
They all twisted it up, now it's a name of some
motherfuckers

I'ma put this drink down and get the fuck outta
'Cause I'm my dream
Shout out to all my niggas out there livin' your
Word up, go