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 this is a spot by some made men
Im high on a fly old pimp
Just walked in, his was shark skin,
He woke me up from some of the thoughts Im in
What fame does to niggas, change love to
Friends to fiends for the audience screams
Jumped up, paid the tab got in my and went
To my old housing tenement, my old friends
Some show and some are envious
Some got the heart of gold, some
At times I wanna go back to being
Ignorance is bliss, i love being
Ugh, but lifes got me on the again
And all is real so alls mentioning.

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

Ice on gold mossbergs to golf clubs
hole, the white rose, the life I chose
Bandanna the eye, Dior sandals
Car rise with no touch of the handles
Capiche? Capri style, its on and islands
Far from sirens at least for a weekend
then its to the streets creepin
Id to make a free toast of champagne 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 Ruth
Louisville in my grip for a fake dude
Bat to the brain brute force
my cream velour suit
They hit me with
I in your whore coupe
Your b*tch you, word to Jesus
Bet you never she toot yay and play with a gay crew
OGs hate to way for the new
Young 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
forward past the hardness
Visions written bring words to life like Im with
Memories real, still ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp film

I speak to the street
The executive chief
The felons, young mothers with they trying to feed right
The botega wearers day Che Guevaras
Cuz I barely crazy eras
Honest, make good on my promise
I dont it I do it you can hold me to it
I was born to life I didnt invent it
But Id be wrong not to take a few meal
You and I are real different, we dont share the same
in the ring or buy ringside seats
Either you like 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 and weaving
Its intense so Im breathing
KO, and the winner is Nas, thats how the ends

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