Luyện nghe bài hát Live from the Bridge

Aey yo, this is Nas with my man DJ
The professional two
it down 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. Braveheart

(Put it on)
Was as the bastard who died
say, I came back alive with an axe
And attacked niggas actin' like Nas, my passion is to
Come my hood you get jacked for your ride
you from the passengers side
My words turn the sea red, the eyes of a weed head
Ya'll my led then hide like 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 offer forgiveness
'Cause frontin' 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 team is Steelers like Bettis
Rammin' niggas like St. Louis, we dough
And ya'll niggas is losers, nothin' with us
Nothin' but Bravehearts hustle wit' us
Uh

DJ
is star
Nas
Live from the

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

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

DJ Clue, Nas
Live the Bridge

C'mon,

Live from the Bridge, cliques stay from the iz'
Wear the most popular shit, niggas 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' hits Pepe and Cross
Esco the boss, cash long, think I'm Blacula
'Cause I'm in a castle with a cold waxin' her

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