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 this is a spot frequented by some men
Im on hemp a fly old pimp
Just walked in, his suit was skin,
He woke me up from some of the thoughts Im in
What fame does to niggas, change 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 show love and some are
Some got the heart of gold, some
At times I wanna go back to being
Ignorance is bliss, i love being
Ugh, but got me on the fence again
And all is so alls worth mentioning.

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

Ice on gold mossbergs to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the rose, the life I chose
over the eye, Dior sandals
Car doors rise no touch of the handles
Capiche? style, its on beaches and islands
Far from sirens at least for a weekend
then its to the streets creepin
Id like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of nigga speaking
Add a to the Seagrams
Roll the for my world renowned goons this evening
As i the table like Babe Ruth
Louisville Slugger in my grip for a dude
Bat to the brain with force
Splatter my cream suit
hit me with lawsuit
I in your whore coupe
b*tch hate you, word to Jesus
Bet you never knew she toot yay and with a gay crew
OGs to make way for the new
niggas want Polo aint f*cking with 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
forward past the hardness
Visions written bring words to life like Im smitten
real, still ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp like film

I speak to the life
The chief types
The felons, young mothers kids they trying to feed right
The wearers modern day Che Guevaras
Cuz I barely survived eras
Honest, always good on my promise
I dont talk it I do it you can me to it
I was to this life I didnt invent it
But Id be wrong not to a few meal tickets
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 touch em and we come out
The is my garden of eden
So I keep and weaving
Its so Im hardly breathing
KO, and the winner is Nas, thats how the scene

If I could 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