Luyện nghe bài hát H to the O-M-O Freestyle

Ma, I'm sorry who the f*** I AM, I trust my fans
Out of luck, no plans
My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't
You said if I would up, I'd be a powerful man
Turned out the life, you prayed I wouldn't
But every church in the world can't save our
I stayed out late, you shots, thought it would be
Your son on the ground dead, but fortunately
The had some other names on it, the brother was blind
I hit the el, than we yell out, "It my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one, you smelled bl**** from my door
Nasir was at war
And did I care what you saw
Crew with a few heat, now it's time we settle the score

But in the projects, I Muhammad, in linen garments
Preaching Man, Woman, and Child, the Prophet
And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Ra
Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God
The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, stance
Clothes fit me a crime boss, the menacing man
I see the collapsing, young pregnancies
Young girls are fast and in Sasoon jeans, no prophylactic
All fast s*** and fly jewelry, now makes my eyes teary
N Y City, grab a and ride with me

Rip the FREEWAY, shoot through MEMPHIS with bags
Stop in Philly, cheese steaks and eat BEANS fast
And bring it up top, remove the fake king of New York
You show off, I count off when you my voice
I rule you, before, you to rap like the FU-SHNICKENS
NAS designed BLUEPRINT, who you kidding?
Is he H TO THE IZZO, M TO THE
For you phony, the rapping version of SISQO
And for certain, you clone me, your wack clothes line
I'd rather Sean John, bore me your fake coke rhymes
And those times, never took place, you liar
Hung was your first court case, you had no
You master fabricated stories of streets and sound
Have you surrounded, you and the you down with

While they NAS, trying to boost their careers
as CORMEGA, all you Hip-Hop queers
ILLMATIC, IT WAS WRITTEN: I AM...NASTRADAMUS
That's the answers to the I gave you, now here's a promise
My next few albums, of projects,
They'll be a test inside the cover for the mind's optics