Luyện nghe bài hát Film

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

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

Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf
Ninth hole, the white rose, the I chose
Bandanna the eye, Dior sandals
Car doors with no touch of the handles
Capiche? style, its on beaches and islands
Far from sirens at least for a weekend
then its back to the streets
Id like to make a free toast of champagne on of this nigga speaking
Add a splash to the
Roll the for my world renowned goons this evening
As i circle the like Babe Ruth
Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake
Bat to the with brute force
my cream velour suit
They hit me with
I in your whore coupe
b*tch hate you, word to Jesus
Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay
OGs to make way for the new
Young niggas want Polo aint f*cking J Crew
Its safe to say I was once young and
But what I know now, is all worth mentioning

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

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

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