Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's being
time a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only 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, Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then
Street scriptures for souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost
To the big dogs living large, in light
Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life
Is you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around their neck in jail 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, line 'em up the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, type
the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash in stock
Came a along way blasting, tecs 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, 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
my number's called, history's 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 worthy of
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 breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp
accounts 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 like being locked around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a hundred
I'm a man's dream, a thug poet
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