Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born
Same a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, only natural I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my
First it was Nasty, but times have
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain
I spent in the game, kept my mind on fame
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, tape CD to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak then squeeze
Street for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, your life
Is you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around neck in jail cells naked
and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course are the letters that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest
Planets in orbit, 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, type
Before the Christ, after the
The last one left, let my cash in stock
a along way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, acres
From the with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you this Earth
Rich men and tried, but none of it worked
just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's
fall, but I rise, thug or die
Making choices, that my future under the sky
To rob or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a game, is any man worthy of fame?
success to you, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or we'll all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but nothing
I'm like beef, bustin heat through windows
I'm a street sweeper, green leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm crisp money
Corporate from a rich company
I'm like for ladies, I'm like all races
Combined in one man; like the '99 jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and 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 and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it system every night
Now