Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born
time a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural I
My plateau, and also, defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on
Saw shoot up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, am I sane?
That depends, carry to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the
To the thugs hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life
Is you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around their neck in cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is
And of N-A-S are the letters that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the driver
in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, type
Before the Christ, the death
The last one left, let my cash in stock
Came a along way from blasting, on blocks
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake
Dimes, giving fellatio, siete
Bet my nine for the pesos
But it all worth, can't take it with you under this Earth
Rich men and tried, but none of it worked
They rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
It's a game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, even if you wish me the
or later we'll all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but nothing
I'm like beef, heat through your windows
I'm a street sweeper, green leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like nine, your man you would die for
got you, I'm like Pac dude you would cry for
I'm a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts a rich company
I'm ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
Combined in one like the '99 summer jam
Hummer man
I'm like being locked around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a grand
I'm a poor dream, a thug poet
Live it and I write down and I watch it up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all it your system every night
Now