Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at night red brake
The freeway a restaurant
Cold egg whites sat on my plate
3 AM this is a spot frequented by some men
Im high on a fly old pimp
Just walked in, his suit was skin,
He woke me up from some of the Im lost in
What fame does to niggas, love to bitterness
Friends to for the audience screams ridiculous
Jumped up, the tab got in my Benz and went
To my old tenement, visit my old friends
show love and some are envious
Some got the heart of gold, venomous
At times I wanna go back to being
Ignorance is bliss, i love being
Ugh, but lifes got me on the fence
And all is real so worth mentioning.

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

Ice on gold from to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I
Bandanna the eye, Dior sandals
Car rise with no touch of the handles
Capiche? Capri style, its on and islands
Far police sirens at least for a weekend
its back to the streets creepin
Id like to a free toast of champagne on behald of this nigga speaking
Add a splash to the
Roll the hash for my renowned goons this evening
As i circle the table like Ruth
Slugger in my grip for a fake dude
Bat to the with brute force
Splatter my cream suit
They hit me lawsuit
I slip in your coupe
Your b*tch you, word to Jesus
Bet you never knew she yay and play with a gay crew
OGs hate to way for the new
niggas want Polo aint f*cking with J Crew
Its safe to say I was once young and
But look what I now, is all worth mentioning

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

I speak to the street
The chief types
The felons, mothers with kids they trying to feed right
The botega wearers modern day Che
Cuz I barely survived eras
Honest, always good on my promise
I dont talk it I do it you can 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 out tussling
The ghetto is my of eden
So I keep and weaving
Its so Im hardly breathing
KO, and the winner is Nas, how the scene ends

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