Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born
time a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, only natural I explain
My plateau, and also, what my name
it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I spent in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do of cocaine
Saw my friends shot, flatline 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 squeeze
Street scriptures for souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs 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 letters that
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" Iron Mike, type
the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my invest in stock
Came a along way blasting, tecs on blocks
from Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects with no chips, to cake dough
Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under this
men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be 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
a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, even if you wish me the
or later we'll all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but nothing
I'm like beef, bustin through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from teachers
I'm like crime, your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm Pac dude you would cry for
I'm like a lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate from a rich company
I'm like for ladies, I'm like all races
Combined in one man; like the '99 jam
Bulletproof man
I'm being locked 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 it blow up
Y'all know I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now