Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at night red lights
The freeway a restaurant
egg whites sat on my plate like
3 AM this is a spot frequented by made men
Im high on hemp a fly old
Just walked in, his was shark skin,
He woke me up from some of the Im lost in
What fame to niggas, change love to bitterness
Friends to fiends for the audience screams
Jumped up, the tab got in my Benz and went
To my old housing tenement, visit my old
Some love and some are envious
Some got the heart of gold, some
At times I go back to being penniless
Ignorance is bliss, i love being
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 words to like Im smitten with
real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film

Ice on from mossbergs to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the I chose
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 for a weekend
then its to the streets creepin
Id like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this speaking
Add a to the Seagrams
Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this
As i the table like Babe Ruth
Louisville Slugger in my grip for a dude
Bat to the brain with brute
Splatter my velour suit
hit me with lawsuit
I slip in your coupe
Your b*tch you, word to Jesus
Bet you knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew
OGs to make way for the new
Young want Polo aint f*cking with J Crew
Its safe to say I was young and innocent
But look what I now, is all worth mentioning

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

I speak to the life
The executive chief
The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed
The wearers modern day Che Guevaras
Cuz I barely survived crazy
Honest, always good on my promise
I talk 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 the same beliefs
in the ring or buy ringside seats
Either you beef or you like to spectate
me gloves, and Ima do it how the refs say
We touch em and we come out
The ghetto is my garden of
So I keep bobbing and
Its so Im hardly breathing
KO, and the is Nas, thats how the scene ends

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