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

Throwin' out the window at police
niggas with warrants
There was no peace
ass was enormous
I was fresh indeed, about her sexually
Knew a of Radio Raheems, rest in peace
Four rings, big as brass knuckles
Haters walk by, try to you if they hug you
Lady on the fourth floor hollering every
'Til she planned up, wasn't having it that
He was beating her, she ain't have it evening
One shot to the and the jugular, now he bleeding
She the case, but damn the kid suffer
I'm a daughter, but I'm having visions of a mother

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

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

We was Square 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 jump us for
True story, my youngins, I'm a deadly thuggish 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 story a shorty
On journey 'til I'm A Weekend at Berniesdead
Burnin' herb, Porsche frames on my head
30 years ago, they never left
memories, my nigga, that we'll never forget
For reason we isolate that 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 know some fake niggas a lie
I got some real niggas to die

Research me, you'll see I was playin'
I'm who babies are talkin' to and you don't what they sayin'
I'm who they with
The code of a nigga who tell or say shit
A dollar in the hood 18 hours
In white hoods it stays for days, why it never 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 United
States of now at war with the ISIS
Isis a out in Egypt, look how they got us
Damn, damn, God, how they got us
Isis ain't even the original name of the Goddess
They all twisted it up, now it's a of some group
motherfuckers

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