Luyện nghe bài hát Live from the Bridge

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

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

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

DJ
is star
Nas
Live from the

When ya'll niggas fall and start 800 collect
commercials like Arsenio Hall
I'm on times square on New Years with Dick droppin' the ball
With Kool and the Gang, doin' my
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, turned her to a life

Damn, I'm sayin', you rollin' Nastradamus
We flowin' to St. jewelry box full of stones
So I can diamonds
Matchin' masterpieces on black beaches
the paparazzi tries to peep us
Disguised with 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,

from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz'
Wear the most popular shit, niggas knockin' my
Denali's, fat designed rims, S Benz
Watchin' ESPN with two 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 with a bitch cold waxin' her

I my teeth 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 all she wants to do is drink the dick
street clothes, we thug it out in Tuxedos
Stomp niggas with bottoms in casinos
A hundred Bravehearts vest' up, reload
We low, hundred thousand bank ceelo