Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at red brake lights
The freeway a restaurant
egg whites sat on my plate like
3 AM this is a spot by some made men
Im high on a fly old pimp
Just in, his suit was shark skin,
He woke me up from some of the thoughts Im in
What fame to niggas, change love to bitterness
to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous
Jumped up, the tab got in my Benz and went
To my old housing tenement, my old friends
Some show and some are envious
Some got the heart of gold, venomous
At times I wanna go back to being
Ignorance is bliss, i love innocent
Ugh, but lifes got me on the again
And all is so alls worth mentioning.

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

Ice on gold from to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I
Bandanna over the eye, sandals
Car doors rise with no of the handles
Capiche? style, its on beaches and islands
Far from police at least for a weekend
then its to the streets creepin
Id like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this nigga
Add a splash to the
Roll the hash for my world renowned this evening
As i circle the table Babe Ruth
Louisville in my grip for a fake dude
Bat to the brain brute force
Splatter my velour suit
They hit me lawsuit
I in your whore coupe
Your b*tch hate you, to Jesus
Bet you never knew she yay and play with a gay crew
OGs to make way for the new
Young want Polo 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
forward past the hardness
Visions written bring words to life like Im smitten
Memories real, ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp like film

I to the street life
The executive chief
The felons, young mothers kids they trying to feed right
The botega wearers day Che Guevaras
Cuz I barely survived crazy
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 share the same
Fight in the or buy ringside seats
Either you like beef or you to spectate
Give me gloves, and Ima do it how the say
We touch em and we come out
The ghetto is my of eden
So I keep and weaving
Its intense so Im hardly
KO, and the winner is Nas, thats how the ends

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