Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a being born
Same time a man is murdered, the and end
As far as rap go, it's 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 lines of
Saw my friends shot, flatline am I sane?
depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD to trees
Line the up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that dough
To the big dogs living large, taking in
Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying 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 N-A-S are the that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the
cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, type
Before the Christ, after the
The last one left, let my invest in stock
Came a way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning
From the projects with no chips, to cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, siete
Bet my nine spit for the
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 alive and
Before my number's called, history's
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that my future under the sky
To rob or kill, I'm wondering why
a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much 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 sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your
I'm like a sweeper, green leaf breather
Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm Pac dude you would cry for
I'm a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts a rich company
I'm like for ladies, I'm like all races
in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like being locked down new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a poet
Live it and I down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every
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