Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a being born
time a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only I explain
My plateau, and also, defines my name
First it was Nasty, but have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I spent time in the game, my mind on fame
Saw shoot up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I
depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD to trees
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, in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, your life
Is you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around their neck in jail cells
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is
And of N-A-S are the letters that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up the stars
cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
Before the Christ, the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in
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 nine for the pesos
But what's it all worth, take it with you under this Earth
Rich men and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and
Before my number's called, made
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that determine my under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
It's a dirty game, is any man of fame?
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 beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they
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 whole lot of loot, I'm crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich
I'm like for ladies, I'm like all races
in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like being down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the of a millionaire spending 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, play it your system every night
Now