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 natural I
My plateau, and also, what my name
First it was Nasty, but have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw shoot up and do lines of cocaine
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 weak picture then squeeze
Street for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for that cost dough
To the big dogs large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your
Is what you make it, suicide, few try to 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, & 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" Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the
The one left, let my cash invest in stock
a along way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from to Rolex, owning acres
the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the
But it all worth, can't 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 and paid
Before my number's called, history's
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
It's a game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, 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 like beef, bustin heat through your
I'm like a sweeper, green leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac dude you cry for
I'm a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm all races
Combined in one like the '99 summer 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
it and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, play it your system every night
Now