Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a being born
Same a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural I
My plateau, and also, what my name
First it was Nasty, but times have
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on
Saw fiends shoot up and do of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, am I sane?
That depends, Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak then squeeze
scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, taking in
big toys, getting nice, enjoying your life
Is you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around their in jail cells naked
and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N-A-S are the letters that
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest
in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
Before the Christ, the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in
a along way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, acres
From the with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, siete
Bet my nine spit for the
But what's it all worth, take it with you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but of it worked
They just rob grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that determine my under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of
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 sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your
I'm like a street sweeper, green breather
Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, 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 from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm all races
Combined in one man; the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a hundred
I'm a poor man's dream, a poet
Live it and I write down and I watch it up
Y'all know I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now