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 of love
And the echo of love is the from above
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 that we on, the zone that we own
I mean the that we own is the zone of our own
Goddamn, you can smell the
Fly shit, fly, fresh, yeah
Came back, goddamn, breast, yeah
The suit, is, the suit, that is
I'm tryin' to make a for the kids that is
I'm it's (Echo, echo)
Do the love,
Came back like the Michael Jackson
Yeah, we just shinin', we shinin'
Rewind the track, to remind it, yeah
From to BX to Queens
Came back, man, we say "Who next?" Yeah, yeah,
Toast to the kings,
to the queens up in here, yeah
The apple main a poison
So people may get poisoned
Man, the life can be
You can talk crazy, bring boys in

Throwin' out the window at police
Chasin' with warrants
was never no peace
Judy's ass was
I was fresh indeed, think about her
a bunch of Radio Raheems, rest in peace
Four finger rings, big as knuckles
Haters walk by, try to you if they hug you
Lady on the fourth floor every evening
'Til she planned up, wasn't having it that
He was beating her, she ain't it that evening
One shot to the neck and the jugular, now he
She beat the case, but the kid suffer
I'm a daughter, but I'm having visions of a mother

nights, no project lights
Hopin' a friend try to rob my mom at night
She work to bring it to the table
Channel U we had cable
Campbell's soup before I had
Viker before I had the Gucci
40deuce for the movie
Out of sync mouth movin'
Sent to the store for a
Came a long way, now the ones salute me
say it must be nice, I say it must be hate
I don't like line, that shit straight fake
Yeah, I'm talkin' the '80s, not the '90s
Time was real in Jamaica Queens, Ronnie
Queensbridge kings and all
Rowdy white boys with bats
Italians and on Ditmars
Steinway Street, all the slick

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

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

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

me, you'll see I was never playin'
I'm who babies are talkin' to and you don't know they sayin'
I'm who they with
The code of a nigga who don't tell or say
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, talkin' that power
I'm talkin' that Latin power, we gotta go for
United, yeah, I'm United
States of America now at war 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 twisted it up, now it's a name of group
motherfuckers

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