Luyện nghe bài hát Echo

I mean Nas is one of the greatest, can we get a
Woo, cheers!
I mean the echo of life is the echo of
And the echo of love is the echo from
And some people don't even really know what they doin',
I mean, can you this, can you feel the vibe
Can you the zone?
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,
Came back, goddamn, double breast,
The suit, that is, the suit, is
I'm tryin' to make a for the kids that is
I'm echo (Echo, echo)
Do the love,
Came back like the Jackson glove
Yeah, we just shinin', we shinin'
Rewind the track, just to remind it,
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 that's 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
Chasin' niggas warrants
There was no peace
ass was enormous
I was fresh indeed, think about her
Knew a bunch of Raheems, rest in peace
Four rings, big as brass knuckles
Haters 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 her, she ain't have it that evening
One to the neck and the jugular, now he bleeding
She beat the case, but damn the kid
I'm a daughter, but I'm having visions of a mother

Project nights, no lights
Hopin' a friend try to rob my mom at night
She work to bring it to the table
U before we had cable
Campbell's soup I had sushi
shoe 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
Time was real in Queens, Ronnie Bumps
kings and all that
Rowdy white with baseball bats
and greeks on Ditmars
Steinway Street, all the slick

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

We was Times pioneers, 40 deuce, 40-below boots
40 ounce brew the Bishop from Juice
Runnin' wild, loose, me and my 40 troops stupid
Style, it was snorkel coats, gooses, ruthless
and wolves, bail-jumpers
Everybody everywhere
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 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 at Berniesdead
Burnin' herb, Porsche frames on my head
30 years ago, memories they never
Special memories, my nigga, that we'll forget
For some reason we isolate that
I wouldn't change a thing for a billion

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

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

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