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 the hard life made soldiers,
a broke nigga, to a nigga in em Range Rovers,
I got off illmatic still I stay sober,
Nas for da streets,
like magic when he flow on da beat,
Nasir Jones got da throne, a 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,
years 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 niggaz wit ya,
Some rappers rhyme but they not shit,
The garbage that comes from their when they spit,
Rims, cribs, how much he make,
Why don't you sing some which niggaz from da gutter can relate,
God son for the streets for over twelve years,
And he still here rockin dem gold and Nike airs,
From illmatic to stillmatic, but classics,
for da streets when times got drastic,
Look who I came from, guns! Drugs! Hangin killas,
Still I gave it all up, I no wanted to be a misled nigga,
I learned to for myself,
It's not about da hype in life but I still got da 3 strapped to my belt,
You imagine all da pain I've felt,
But it me stronger 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 takes to my family safe,
I'll my life for theirs,
they cry I'll wipe their tears,
Nas taught me that if you don't got respect the world collapse,
And a fact,
say hip hop's 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 to Queens Bridge,
I'm talkin bout Escobar Jones, the man himself... Nas!
The rapper alive,
Some niggaz to respect that though,
For real.