Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at night red brake
The freeway beside a
Cold egg whites sat on my like
3 AM this is a spot frequented by some men
Im high on a fly old pimp
walked in, his suit was shark skin,
He woke me up from some of the Im lost in
What fame does to niggas, change to bitterness
to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous
Jumped up, paid the tab got in my Benz and
To my old housing tenement, visit my old
show love 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 got me on the fence again
And all is real so alls mentioning.

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

Ice on gold from to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the I chose
Bandanna the eye, Dior sandals
Car doors with no touch of the handles
Capiche? Capri style, its on and islands
Far from police sirens at least for a
then its back to the creepin
Id like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this nigga
Add a to the Seagrams
Roll the hash for my world renowned this evening
As i circle the table like Ruth
Slugger in my grip for a fake dude
Bat to the brain brute force
Splatter my cream velour
They hit me with
I in your whore coupe
Your b*tch hate you, word to
Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay
OGs to make 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 know now, is all mentioning

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

I speak to the street
The chief types
The felons, young mothers with kids trying to feed right
The botega wearers day Che Guevaras
Cuz I survived crazy eras
Honest, make good on my promise
I talk 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 tickets
You and I are real different, we dont the same beliefs
in the ring or buy ringside seats
Either you like beef or you to spectate
me gloves, and Ima do it how the refs say
We touch em and we come out
The ghetto is my of eden
So I bobbing and weaving
Its intense so Im hardly
KO, and the is Nas, thats how the scene ends

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