Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at night red lights
The freeway a restaurant
Cold egg whites sat on my plate
3 AM is a spot frequented by some made men
Im on hemp a fly old pimp
Just in, his suit was shark skin,
He woke me up some of the thoughts Im lost in
What fame does to niggas, love to bitterness
Friends to fiends for the screams ridiculous
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 I wanna go back to being penniless
Ignorance is bliss, i love innocent
Ugh, but got me on the fence again
And all is real so worth mentioning.

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

Ice on gold mossbergs to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the rose, the life I chose
Bandanna over the eye, Dior
Car doors rise no touch of the handles
Capiche? Capri style, its on and islands
Far from sirens at least for a weekend
its back to the streets 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 world renowned goons evening
As i circle the table like Ruth
Louisville Slugger in my for a fake dude
Bat to the brain with brute
my cream velour suit
They hit me with
I slip in your whore
Your b*tch hate you, to Jesus
Bet you never knew she toot yay and play a gay crew
OGs to make way for the new
Young niggas Polo aint f*cking with J Crew
Its safe to say I was once and innocent
But look what I know now, is all worth

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

I speak to the life
The chief types
The felons, young mothers with they trying to feed right
The botega modern day Che Guevaras
Cuz I barely crazy eras
Honest, make good on my promise
I dont talk it I do it you can 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 real different, we dont 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 bobbing and weaving
Its intense so Im hardly
KO, and the winner is Nas, thats how the scene

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