Luyện nghe bài hát God Son

Yeah, Uh.

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It's da of da boss,
A nigga, I'm back with gold in my cross,
I'm da hip hop over,
a takeover,
Influenced by Nas, now you know the hard made 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 when he on da beat,
Nasir got da throne, a true MC,
God son across the belly, you niggaz already,
take it back to da struggle,
Back to 95, to da hustle,
I was five old, helpless! lookin for trouble,
My days,
years later, nothing changed,
I got dreams of rich,
Nas told me I can god son hit,
I respect a real nigga who look at as a real picture,
you build, ya niggaz build wit ya,
Some rhyme but they not sayin 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 from da can relate,
God son flow for the streets for twelve years,
And he here rockin dem gold chains and Nike airs,
From to stillmatic, nothing 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 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 imagine all da I've felt,
But it me stronger in da end,
And if I I'd go through 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,
When cry I'll wipe their tears,
Nas me that if you don't got respect the whole world collapse,
And a fact,
say hip hop's dead,
Since Nasir Jones not dead, not dead,
I you niggaz.

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