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 life soldiers,
From a broke nigga, to a in em Range Rovers,
I got high off illmatic still I sober,
Nas for da streets,
It's like when he flow on da beat,
Nasir Jones got da throne, a MC,
God son across the belly, you lost already,
Let's take it to da struggle,
to 95, back to da hustle,
I was five old, helpless! lookin for trouble,
My days,
Seven years later, changed,
I got of getting rich,
Nas told me I can god son hit,
I respect a nigga who look at life as a real picture,
When you build, ya build wit ya,
Some rappers but they not sayin shit,
The garbage that from their mouth when they spit,
Rims, cribs, how money he make,
Why don't you sing some which niggaz from da gutter can relate,
God son flow for the for over twelve years,
And he still here rockin dem gold and Nike airs,
From illmatic to stillmatic, but classics,
Masterpiece for da streets when got drastic,
Look who I from, guns! Drugs! Hangin with killas,
Still I gave it all up, I no longer wanted to be a 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 imagine all da pain I've felt,
But it made me in da end,
And if I could I'd go it again,
I no fake,
Believe me I say, I'll do whatever it takes to keep my family safe,
I'll trade my for theirs,
When they cry wipe their tears,
Nas taught me that if you don't got 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 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 to respect that though,
For real.