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 know the hard life soldiers,
From a broke nigga, to a nigga in em Rovers,
I got high off illmatic still I 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 lost already,
Let's 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 dreams of rich,
Nas told me I can god son hit,
I respect a real nigga who look at as a real picture,
When you build, ya niggaz wit ya,
Some rappers but they not sayin shit,
The garbage that comes from their when they spit,
Rims, cribs, how much he make,
Why don't you some songs which niggaz from da gutter can relate,
God son flow for the streets for twelve years,
And he still here rockin dem gold and Nike airs,
illmatic to stillmatic, nothing but classics,
Masterpiece for da streets times got drastic,
Look who I from, guns! Drugs! Hangin with killas,
Still I gave it all up, I no wanted to be a misled nigga,
I to think for myself,
It's not about da hype in but I still got da 3 stars strapped to my belt,
You imagine all da pain 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 to keep my family safe,
I'll trade my for theirs,
When they cry I'll 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 not dead, it's not dead,
I you niggaz.

Yeah, Uh,
I this 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 rapper alive,
Some niggaz need to respect though,
For real.