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 I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my
it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain
I spent time in the game, my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, am I sane?
That depends, carry to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD to trees
Line the barrel up with weak picture then squeeze
Street for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars cost dough
To the big living large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your
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 N-A-S are the that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, and tires
Bulletproof glass, is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
Before the Christ, after the
The one left, let my cash invest in stock
a along way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, zeros
Bet my nine spit for the
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you this 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, history's
fall, but I rise, thug or die
Making choices, that determine my under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, even if you wish me the
Sooner or later we'll all see who the is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm like beef, heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like money
accounts from a rich company
I'm ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
Combined in one man; the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a spending a hundred grand
I'm a man's dream, a thug poet
it and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now