Luyện nghe bài hát God Son

Yeah, Uh.

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It's da of da boss,
A true nigga, I'm back with 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 still I stay sober,
Nas for da streets,
It's like magic 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,
years later, nothing changed,
I got dreams of rich,
Nas me I can when god son hit,
I respect a real nigga who look at life as a picture,
you build, ya niggaz build wit ya,
Some rappers but they not sayin shit,
The garbage comes from their mouth when they spit,
Rims, cribs, how much he make,
Why you sing some songs which niggaz from da gutter can relate,
God son flow for the streets for twelve years,
And he still here dem gold chains and Nike airs,
illmatic to stillmatic, nothing but classics,
Masterpiece for da streets times got drastic,
Look who I came from, guns! Drugs! Hangin killas,
I gave 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 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,
When they cry wipe their tears,
Nas taught me that if you got respect the whole world collapse,
And a fact,
They say hip dead,
Nasir Jones not dead, it's 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 bout Nasir Jones, the man himself... Nas!
The greatest alive,
Some niggaz need to that though,
For real.