Luyện nghe bài hát Film

Lifes a fog at night red brake
The freeway a restaurant
Cold egg whites sat on my like
3 AM this is a frequented by some made men
Im high on hemp a fly old
Just walked in, his suit was skin,
He woke me up from of the thoughts Im lost in
What fame does to niggas, change to bitterness
Friends to fiends for the audience screams
up, paid the tab got in my Benz and went
To my old tenement, visit my old friends
Some love and some are envious
got the heart of gold, some venomous
At times I go back to being penniless
Ignorance is bliss, i love innocent
Ugh, but lifes got me on the fence
And all is real so alls mentioning.

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

Ice on gold mossbergs to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the rose, the life I chose
Bandanna over the eye, Dior
Car doors with no touch of the handles
Capri style, its on beaches and islands
Far police sirens at least for a weekend
then its back to the streets
Id like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this speaking
Add a to the Seagrams
Roll the hash for my renowned goons this evening
As i circle the table Babe Ruth
Louisville Slugger in my for a fake dude
Bat to the brain with brute
Splatter my cream suit
They hit me with
I slip in your coupe
Your b*tch hate you, to Jesus
Bet you knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew
OGs to make way for the new
Young niggas Polo aint f*cking with J Crew
Its safe to say I was once young and
But look what I know now, is all worth

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

I to the street life
The chief types
The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to right
The botega wearers modern day Che
Cuz I barely crazy eras
Honest, always make good on my
I talk it I do it you can hold 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 real different, we dont share the beliefs
in the ring or buy ringside seats
Either you like beef or you like to
me gloves, and Ima do it how the refs say
We touch em and we come out
The is my garden of eden
So I keep bobbing and
Its intense so Im hardly
KO, and the winner is Nas, how the scene ends

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