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 echo from
And some people don't even really know they doin', Goddamn
I mean, can you feel this, can you feel the
Can you feel the
The zone we on, the zone that we own
I mean the zone 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 make a for the kids that is
I'm it's (Echo, echo)
Do the love,
Came back the Michael Jackson glove
Yeah, we just shinin', we 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,
Toast to the queens up in here,
The apple that's a poison
So people may get poisoned
Man, the life can be
You can talk crazy, your boys in

piss out the window at police
Chasin' niggas with
was never no peace
Judy's ass was
I was indeed, think about her sexually
Knew a of Radio Raheems, rest in peace
Four finger rings, big as knuckles
Haters by, try to stab 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 have it that
One to the neck and the jugular, now he bleeding
She beat the case, but damn the kid
I'm dating a daughter, but I'm visions of a mother

Project nights, no project
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 soup before I had
shoe before I had the Gucci
40deuce for the karate
Out of sync movin' movie
Sent to the for a loosie
Came a long way, now the ones salute me
Haters say it be nice, I say it must be hate
I like that line, that shit straight fake
Yeah, I'm the '80s, not the '90s stuff
Time was real in Jamaica Queens, Ronnie
Queensbridge kings and all
Rowdy white boys with bats
Italians and greeks on
Street, all the slick cars

I know some fake niggas a lie
I got some real ready to die, uh
I know fake niggas livin' a lie
I got some real niggas 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 were stupid
Style, it was coats, Polo gooses, ruthless
Goons and wolves,
Everybody everywhere
They was tryin' to jump us for
story, my youngins, I'm a deadly thuggish Fredly Douglas
Military persona, yeah, I'm livin' with
To my niggas who servin' 40 I'm in my 40s
I'm a walkin' observatory, a murder story a shorty
On this journey 'til I'm A at Berniesdead
Burnin' herb, Porsche frames hang on my
30 years ago, memories they never
Special memories, my nigga, that we'll never
For some reason we that feelin'
I wouldn't a damn thing for a billion

I know some fake livin' a lie
I got some real niggas 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 don't know what sayin'
I'm who they communicate
The code of a nigga who tell or say shit
A dollar stay in the hood 18
In white hoods it stays for days, why it never stay up in
I'm talkin' that black power, talkin' white power
I'm talkin' Latin power, we gotta go for ours
United, yeah, I'm United
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 ain't even the original name of the black
They all twisted it up, now a name of some group
motherfuckers

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