Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, inserted, a baby's being born
Same time a man is murdered, the and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural I
My plateau, and also, what my name
it was Nasty, but times have 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 lines of
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 your weak picture squeeze
Street for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost
To the big dogs large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life
Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt around their 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, & Fire, rims and tires
glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, type
Before the Christ, the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in
Came a along way from blasting, on blocks
Went from to Rolex, owning acres
From the with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, siete
Bet my spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under 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, made
Some'll fall, but I rise, 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?
Much success to you, 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 a street sweeper, green leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they
I'm like crime, like nine, your man you would die for
got you, I'm like Pac dude you would cry for
I'm a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all
Combined in one man; like the '99 jam
Hummer man
I'm like being down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a spending a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug
Live it and I write down and I watch it up
Y'all know I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now