Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a being born
time a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only I explain
My plateau, and also, what my name
First it was Nasty, but times changed
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 shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry to practice my aim
On rooftops, CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that dough
To the big dogs large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, your life
Is you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around their in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, is felt
And of N-A-S are the letters that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the
cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like" Mike, messiah type
the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my invest in stock
a along way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake
Dimes, giving fellatio, zeros
Bet my nine for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't it with you under this Earth
men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be and paid
Before my called, history's made
fall, but I rise, thug 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
success to you, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your
I'm like a street sweeper, leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac dude you 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
in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the of a millionaire spending a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug
Live it and I write and I watch it blow up
Y'all know I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now