Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at night red lights
The beside a restaurant
egg whites sat on my plate like
3 AM this is a spot frequented by made men
Im high on hemp a fly old
Just in, his suit 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 Benz and
To my old housing tenement, visit my old
show love and some are envious
Some got the heart of gold, venomous
At times I wanna go back to penniless
Ignorance is bliss, i being innocent
Ugh, but got me on the fence again
And all is real so worth mentioning.

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

Ice on gold from mossbergs to clubs
hole, the white rose, the life I chose
Bandanna over the eye, Dior
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 to the streets creepin
Id like to a free toast of champagne on behald of this nigga speaking
Add a splash to the
Roll the hash for my renowned goons this evening
As i circle the table Babe Ruth
Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake
Bat to the brain with force
my cream velour suit
They hit me with
I in your 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
Young niggas want Polo aint f*cking J Crew
Its safe to say I was once and innocent
But look what I now, is all worth mentioning

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

I speak to the street
The executive chief
The felons, young mothers with they trying to feed right
The wearers modern day Che Guevaras
Cuz I survived crazy 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 take a few tickets
You and I are different, we dont share the same beliefs
Fight in the ring or buy ringside
Either you beef or you like to spectate
Give me gloves, and Ima do it how the say
We em and we come out tussling
The ghetto is my of eden
So I bobbing and weaving
Its so Im hardly breathing
KO, and the winner is Nas, how the scene ends

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