Luyện nghe bài hát Film

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

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

Ice on gold from mossbergs to clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I
Bandanna the eye, Dior sandals
Car doors rise with no of the handles
Capiche? Capri style, its on beaches and
Far from police sirens at least for a
then its back to the creepin
Id like to a free 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 Babe
Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake
Bat to the brain with brute
Splatter my velour suit
hit me with lawsuit
I slip in your whore
Your b*tch hate you, word to
Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay
OGs hate to way for the new
Young niggas want Polo aint with J Crew
Its to say I was once young and innocent
But what I know now, is all worth mentioning

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

I to the street life
The chief types
The felons, young mothers with they trying to feed right
The botega modern day Che Guevaras
Cuz I survived crazy eras
Honest, always make on my promise
I dont it I do it you can hold me to it
I was born to this life I invent it
But Id be wrong not to take a few tickets
You and I are different, we dont share the same beliefs
Fight in the ring or buy seats
you like beef or you like to spectate
Give me gloves, and Ima do it how the say
We em and we come out tussling
The ghetto is my of eden
So I keep bobbing and
Its intense so Im hardly
KO, and the winner is Nas, thats how the ends

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