Luyện nghe bài hát Live from the Bridge

Aey yo, this is Nas my man DJ Clue
The professional two
Puttin' it down for you ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight Q.B. all the way around the motherfuckin' world
Black Frank on yo' ass
Q.B. Braveheart

(Put it on)
Was classified as the who died
Rumors say, I came back alive an axe
And attacked niggas actin' like Nas, my passion is to
Come through my hood you get jacked for ride
Catch you the passengers side
My words turn the sea red, the eyes of a weed head
Ya'll peep my led then hide like eggs
I 'till the beef is dead, caskets dropped
Your soul go further up than

I talk it and live it, ya'll dudes should offer forgiveness
frontin' like you, I'll gets yourself torchered by killers
In Newyork I'm the predicted by fortune tellers
Sick with the talkin' methods, AK's,
My whole is Steelers like Jerome Bettis
niggas like St. Louis, we dough getters
And ya'll is losers, nothin' fuckin' with us
Nothin' but Bravehearts hustle wit' us
Uh

DJ
is star
Nas
Live the Bridge

When ya'll niggas and start makin' 800 collect
Call like Arsenio Hall
I'm on times square on New Years with Dick Clark droppin' the
With Kool and the Gang, my thing
cut chains, I bend bitches like bike frames
My tight will make Hilary leave Bill quick as lightnin'
I'll have her wearin' tight jeans, givin' nice brains in a white
Pullin' up to club life, her to a thug life

Damn, I'm sayin', you with Nastradamus
We flowin' to St. Thomas box full of stones
So I can change
Matchin' on black sandy beaches
Even the paparazzi to peep us
Disguised with dark shades and fake
A photographer noticed Tyra Banks here
But I showed the tabloids bogus
I 'em back off before I flip like Castor Troy

DJ Clue, Nas
Live from the

C'mon,

Live from the Bridge, cliques high from the iz'
Wear the most shit, niggas knockin' my shit
Denali's, fat designed rims, 2000 S
Watchin' ESPN with two lesbians
I hit it of course, I did it to
The last Don, doin' like Pepe and Cross
Esco the boss, cash long, niggas I'm Blacula
'Cause I'm in a castle with a cold waxin' her

I leave my marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula
Pass 'em to my and party like a Bachelor
'Til I meet a bitch, give her banks to hit
In return all she wants to do is drink the
Fuck street clothes, we it out in Tuxedos
Stomp niggas hard bottoms in casinos
A hundred Bravehearts vest' up, nigga
We keep low, hundred thousand bank