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 the hard life made soldiers,
From a broke nigga, to a 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 across the belly, you 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 of getting rich,
Nas me I can when god son hit,
I respect a real nigga who look at life as a picture,
When you build, ya build wit ya,
rappers rhyme but they not sayin shit,
The garbage comes 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 for the streets for over twelve years,
And he still here rockin dem chains and Nike airs,
From illmatic to stillmatic, but classics,
for da streets when times got drastic,
Look who I from, guns! Drugs! Hangin with killas,
I gave it all up, I no longer wanted to be a misled nigga,
I learned to for myself,
It's not da hype 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,
Believe me when I say, do whatever it takes to keep my family safe,
I'll trade my for theirs,
When 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 Nasir Jones not dead, 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 bout Nasir Escobar Jones, the man himself... Nas!
The greatest alive,
Some niggaz need to respect though,
For real.