Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at night red brake
The freeway a restaurant
Cold egg sat on my plate like
3 AM is a spot frequented by some made men
Im high on a fly old pimp
Just in, his suit was shark skin,
He woke me up some of the thoughts Im lost in
fame does 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 tenement, visit my old friends
Some love and some are envious
Some got the of gold, some venomous
At I wanna go back to being penniless
is bliss, i love being innocent
Ugh, but got me on the fence again
And all is real so worth mentioning.

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

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

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

I speak to the street
The chief types
The felons, young with kids they trying to feed right
The botega modern day Che Guevaras
Cuz I barely survived crazy
Honest, always good on my promise
I dont it I do it you can hold me to it
I was born to this life I didnt it
But Id be wrong not to a few meal tickets
You and I are real different, we dont share the beliefs
Fight in the ring or buy ringside
Either you beef or you like to spectate
me gloves, and Ima do it how the refs say
We em and we come out tussling
The is my garden of eden
So I keep bobbing and
Its intense so Im hardly
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