Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at night red lights
The beside a restaurant
Cold egg sat on my plate like
3 AM this is a spot by some made men
Im high on hemp a fly old
Just walked in, his was shark skin,
He me up from some of the thoughts Im lost in
What does to niggas, change love 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
Some show and some are envious
got the heart of gold, some venomous
At times I wanna go back to penniless
is bliss, i love being innocent
Ugh, but lifes got me on the fence
And all is real so alls mentioning.

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

Ice on gold mossbergs to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the rose, the life I chose
Bandanna 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 this nigga
Add a to the Seagrams
Roll the hash for my world goons this evening
As i circle the table like Babe
Louisville Slugger in my for a fake dude
Bat to the brain brute force
Splatter my cream velour
hit me with lawsuit
I slip in whore coupe
Your b*tch hate you, word to
Bet you never knew she yay and play with a gay crew
OGs hate to way for the new
niggas 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
fast forward the hardness
Visions written bring words to life like Im with
real, still ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp like film

I speak to the street
The executive chief
The felons, young mothers with they trying to feed right
The botega wearers day Che Guevaras
Cuz I barely survived eras
Honest, always make on my promise
I dont it I do it you can hold 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
Either you like beef or you like to
me gloves, and Ima do it how the refs say
We em and we come out tussling
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 could pause, or
forward past the hardness
Visions bring words to life like Im smitten with
Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) like film