Luyện nghe bài hát God Son

Yeah, Uh.

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It's da of da boss,
A true nigga, I'm with gold in my cross,
I'm da hip hop over,
a takeover,
Influenced by Nas, now you know the hard life soldiers,
a broke nigga, to a nigga in em Range Rovers,
I got off illmatic still I stay sober,
Nas for da streets,
It's like magic he flow on da beat,
Nasir got da throne, a true MC,
God son the belly, you niggaz lost already,
take it back to da struggle,
Back to 95, to da hustle,
I was five years old, helpless! for trouble,
My days,
Seven years later, changed,
I got of getting rich,
Nas told me I can god son hit,
I respect a real who look at life as a real picture,
When you build, ya niggaz wit ya,
Some rhyme but they not sayin shit,
The garbage that comes from mouth when they spit,
Rims, cribs, how money he make,
Why you sing some songs which niggaz from da gutter can relate,
God son for the streets for over twelve years,
And he here rockin dem gold chains and Nike airs,
From illmatic to stillmatic, but classics,
for da streets when times got drastic,
Look who I came from, guns! Drugs! with killas,
Still I it all up, I no longer wanted to be a misled nigga,
I learned to for myself,
It's not about da in life but I still got da 3 stars strapped to my belt,
You can't imagine all da pain felt,
But it made me in da end,
And if I could I'd go it again,
I no fake,
Believe me when I say, I'll do whatever it to keep my family safe,
I'll my life for theirs,
When they cry I'll wipe tears,
Nas taught me that if you don't got the whole world collapse,
And a fact,
say hip hop's dead,
Since Nasir not dead, it's not dead,
I you niggaz.

Yeah, Uh,
I send this out to the street disciple of rap, the god son, the Nastradamus, the to Queens Bridge,
I'm talkin bout Escobar Jones, the man himself... Nas!
The greatest alive,
Some niggaz need to respect though,
For real.