Luyện nghe bài hát Live from the Bridge

Aey yo, is Nas with my man DJ Clue
The professional two
Puttin' it for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B. all the way the motherfuckin' world
Black Sinatra on yo' ass
Q.B. nigga

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

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

DJ
is star
Nas
Live from the

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

Damn, I'm sayin', you with Nastradamus
We flowin' to St. Thomas jewelry box full of
So I can diamonds
Matchin' masterpieces on black sandy
the paparazzi tries to peep us
Disguised with shades and fake beards
A lucky photographer noticed Banks here
But I showed the tabloids passports
I told 'em back off before I flip like Troy

DJ Clue, Nas
Live from the

C'mon,

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

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