Luyện nghe bài hát God Son

Yeah, Uh.

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It's da of da boss,
A true nigga, I'm back gold in my cross,
I'm da hip hop over,
a takeover,
Influenced by Nas, now you the hard life made soldiers,
From a broke nigga, to a nigga in em Rovers,
I got high off illmatic I stay sober,
Nas for da streets,
like magic when he flow on da beat,
Nasir Jones got da throne, a MC,
God son across the belly, you lost already,
take it back to da struggle,
Back to 95, to da hustle,
I was five old, helpless! lookin for trouble,
My days,
Seven later, nothing changed,
I got dreams of rich,
Nas told me I can god son hit,
I a real nigga who look at life as a real picture,
When you build, ya build wit ya,
Some rappers rhyme but they not shit,
The that comes from their mouth when they spit,
Rims, cribs, how money he make,
Why don't you sing some songs which niggaz da gutter can relate,
God son for the streets for over twelve years,
And he still here rockin dem gold chains and airs,
illmatic to stillmatic, nothing but classics,
Masterpiece for da when times got drastic,
Look who I came from, guns! Drugs! Hangin killas,
Still I gave it all up, I no longer wanted to be a nigga,
I to think for myself,
It's not about da hype in life but I still got da 3 stars to my belt,
You can't all da pain I've felt,
But it made me in da end,
And if I I'd go through it again,
I no fake,
me when I say, I'll do whatever it takes to keep my family safe,
I'll my life for theirs,
they cry I'll wipe their tears,
Nas me that if you don't got respect the whole world collapse,
And a fact,
They say hip dead,
Since Jones 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 king to Bridge,
I'm talkin bout Escobar Jones, the man himself... Nas!
The rapper alive,
niggaz need to respect that though,
For real.