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, 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 time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to my aim
On rooftops, tape CD covers to
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then
Street 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 around their neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is
And of course N-A-S are the that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and
glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Mike, messiah type
the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in
Came a along way blasting, tecs on blocks
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, siete
Bet my nine spit for the
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it
They 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, determine my future under the sky
To rob or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of
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 your
I'm like a street sweeper, leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they
I'm like crime, like nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac dude you cry for
I'm like a lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
accounts from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all
Combined in one like the '99 summer jam
Hummer man
I'm like locked down 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
it and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all it your system every night
Now