Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born
Same time a man is murdered, the and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural I
My plateau, and also, defines my name
it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I time 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 Mac-10's to my aim
On rooftops, tape CD to trees
Line the barrel up with weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the
To the thugs hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, taking in
Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life
Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied their neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, is felt
And of course N-A-S are the that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires
glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in
Came a way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake
Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't it with you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and
Before my called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that determine my under the sky
To rob or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man of fame?
Much success to you, if you wish me the opposite
or later we'll all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp
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 locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire a hundred 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