Luyện nghe bài hát Live from the Bridge

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

(Put it on)
Was classified as the bastard who
Rumors say, I came alive with an axe
And attacked niggas like Nas, my passion is to capitalize
Come through my hood you get 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 ride the beef is dead, caskets dropped
Your soul go up than Astronauts

I talk it and live it, weak dudes should offer forgiveness
'Cause frontin' like you, I'll gets torchered by killers
In I'm the realest predicted by fortune 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 niggas is losers, nothin' with us
Nothin' but Bravehearts gon' wit' us
Uh

DJ
is star
Nas
Live from the

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

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

DJ Clue, Nas
Live the Bridge

C'mon,

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

I leave my marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula
Pass 'em to my peoples and party a Bachelor
'Til I a gangsta bitch, give her banks to hit
In return all she wants to do is 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