Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at red brake lights
The freeway beside a
Cold egg whites sat on my plate
3 AM this is a spot frequented by made men
Im high on a fly old pimp
walked in, his suit was shark skin,
He woke me up from some of the Im lost in
What fame does to niggas, change love to
Friends to fiends for the audience screams
Jumped up, paid the tab got in my Benz and
To my old housing tenement, visit my old
show love and some are envious
Some got the of gold, some venomous
At times I go back to being penniless
Ignorance is bliss, i being innocent
Ugh, but got me on the fence again
And all is so alls worth mentioning.

If I press pause, or fast forward past the hardness
Visions written bring words to life Im smitten with
Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) like film

Ice on gold from mossbergs to clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the I chose
Bandanna over the eye, Dior
Car doors with no touch of the handles
Capri style, its on beaches and islands
Far from police at least for a weekend
then its back to the creepin
Id like to make a toast of champagne on behald of this nigga speaking
Add a to the Seagrams
Roll the hash for my renowned goons this evening
As i circle the table like Ruth
Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake
Bat to the brain with brute
Splatter my cream velour
They hit me lawsuit
I slip in your coupe
b*tch hate you, word to Jesus
Bet you never knew she toot yay and with a gay crew
OGs hate to way for the new
Young niggas Polo aint f*cking with J Crew
Its safe to say I was once young and
But look what I know now, is all worth

If I press pause, or
fast past the hardness
Visions written bring words to like Im smitten with
Memories real, still ill, now I (appeal?) crisp like film

I speak to the life
The executive chief
The felons, young mothers with kids they to feed right
The botega wearers modern day Che
Cuz I barely crazy eras
Honest, always good on my promise
I dont it I do it you can hold me to it
I was born to this I didnt invent it
But Id be not to take a few meal tickets
You and I are real different, we dont share the beliefs
in the ring or buy ringside seats
Either you like beef or you to spectate
Give me gloves, and Ima do it how the say
We touch em and we come out
The ghetto is my of eden
So I keep bobbing and
Its intense so Im breathing
KO, and the is Nas, thats how the scene ends

If I press pause, or
forward past the hardness
Visions written bring words to life like Im smitten
Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like