Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at red brake lights
The beside 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 walked in, his was shark skin,
He woke me up from some of the thoughts Im in
What does to niggas, change 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, visit my old
Some show and some are envious
Some got the heart of gold, some
At times I wanna go to being penniless
Ignorance is bliss, i being innocent
Ugh, but lifes got me on the again
And all is so alls worth mentioning.

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

Ice on gold from mossbergs to clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I
Bandanna over the eye, sandals
Car doors with no touch of the handles
Capiche? Capri style, its on beaches and
Far from police sirens at for a weekend
then its back to the streets
Id like to make a toast of champagne on behald of this nigga speaking
Add a to the Seagrams
Roll the hash for my world goons this evening
As i circle the table Babe Ruth
Louisville in my grip for a fake dude
Bat to the brain with force
Splatter my cream suit
They hit me 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 hate to way for the new
Young niggas want aint f*cking with J Crew
Its safe to say I was once and innocent
But what I know now, is all worth mentioning

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

I to the street life
The executive types
The felons, mothers with kids they trying to feed right
The botega modern day Che Guevaras
Cuz I barely survived eras
Honest, always make on my promise
I dont talk it I do it you can 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 share the same beliefs
in the ring or buy ringside seats
Either you like or you like to spectate
me gloves, and Ima do it how the refs say
We em and we come out tussling
The ghetto is my garden of
So I bobbing and weaving
Its intense so Im hardly
KO, and the winner is Nas, how the scene ends

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