Luyện nghe bài hát God Son

Yeah, Uh.

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It's da of da boss,
A true nigga, I'm with 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 high off illmatic I stay sober,
Nas for da streets,
like magic when he flow on da beat,
Nasir got da throne, a true MC,
God son across the belly, you niggaz already,
Let's it back 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 me I can when 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 that comes from their mouth when they spit,
Rims, cribs, how much he make,
Why don't you sing some 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 came from, guns! Drugs! Hangin killas,
I gave it all up, I no longer 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 could I'd go it again,
I no fake,
Believe me when I say, do whatever it takes to keep my family safe,
trade my life 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,
They say hip 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 talkin bout Nasir Jones, the man himself... Nas!
The greatest alive,
Some niggaz need to respect though,
For real.