Luyện nghe bài hát Echo

I Nas is one of the greatest, can we get a cheers?
Woo, cheers!
I mean the echo of life is the echo of
And the echo of love is the echo above
And some people don't even really know they doin', Goddamn
I mean, can you feel this, can you the vibe
Can you feel the
The zone that we on, the that we own
I the zone 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, is, the suit, that is
I'm tryin' to a building for the kids that is
I'm echo (Echo, echo)
Do the love,
Came back like the Jackson glove
Yeah, we shinin', we just shinin'
Rewind the track, to remind it, yeah
From Newark to BX to
back, man, we say "Who next?" Yeah, yeah, yeah
Toast to the kings,
Toast to the queens up in here,
The apple main a poison
So many people may get
Man, the can be poison
You can talk crazy, your boys in

Throwin' piss out the at police
Chasin' with warrants
There was never no
Judy's ass was
I was indeed, think about her sexually
a bunch of Radio Raheems, rest in peace
Four finger rings, big as knuckles
walk by, try to stab you if they hug you
Lady on the fourth floor hollering evening
'Til she planned up, having it that evening
He was beating her, she ain't have it evening
One to the neck and the jugular, now he bleeding
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 friend try to rob my mom at night
She work hard to bring it to the
Channel U before we had
soup before I had sushi
Viker shoe I had the Gucci
40deuce for the movie
Out of sync movin' movie
Sent to the for a loosie
Came a long way, now the ones salute me
say it must be nice, I say it must be hate
I don't like that line, that straight fake
Yeah, I'm talkin' the '80s, not the '90s
Time was real in Queens, Ronnie Bumps
kings and all that
Rowdy white boys with baseball
Italians and on Ditmars
Steinway Street, all the slick

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

We was Times pioneers, 40 deuce, 40-below boots
40 ounce brew the true Bishop Juice
Runnin' wild, loose, me and my 40 troops stupid
Style, it was snorkel coats, gooses, ruthless
and wolves, bail-jumpers
Everybody from
They was tryin' to us for pumpin'
True story, my youngins, I'm a thuggish Fredly Douglas
Military persona, yeah, I'm with honor
To my who servin' 40 while I'm in my 40s
I'm a walkin' observatory, a murder since a shorty
On this 'til I'm A Weekend at Berniesdead
Burnin' herb, frames hang on my head
30 years ago, they never left
Special memories, my nigga, that we'll never
For some reason we isolate that
I wouldn't change a damn thing for a

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

Research me, you'll see I was never
I'm who babies are talkin' to and you know what they sayin'
I'm who communicate with
The code of a who don't tell or say shit
A dollar stay in the hood 18
In white it stays for days, why it never stay up in ours?
I'm talkin' that black power, talkin' that power
I'm talkin' that Latin power, we go for ours
United, yeah, I'm talking
States of now at war with the ISIS
a Goddess out in Egypt, look how they got us
Damn, damn, God, how they got us
ain't even the original name of the black Goddess
They all it up, now it's a name of some group
motherfuckers

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