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 fake ass DJ's and like that
Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the world
Frank Sinatra on yo' ass
Q.B. nigga

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

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

DJ
This is
Nas
Live from the

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

Damn, I'm sayin', you rollin' with
We flowin' to St. Thomas jewelry box of stones
So I can change
masterpieces on black sandy beaches
Even the paparazzi to peep us
with dark shades and fake beards
A lucky photographer noticed Banks here
But I showed the bogus passports
I told 'em back off before I like Castor Troy

DJ Clue, Nas
Live from the

C'mon,

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

I leave my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a
'em to my peoples and party like a Bachelor
'Til I meet a gangsta bitch, give her to hit
In return all she to do is drink the dick
street clothes, we thug it out in Tuxedos
Stomp niggas with hard in casinos
A hundred Bravehearts up, nigga reload
We keep low, hundred bank ceelo