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, it's only I explain
My plateau, and also, defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on
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 to trees
Line the barrel up your weak picture then squeeze
Street for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that dough
To the big dogs large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life
Is what you make it, suicide, few try to it
Belt tied around their neck in 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, inside is the realest
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the
cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like" Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in
a along way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning
From the projects with no chips, to large dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, siete
Bet my nine for the pesos
But what's it all worth, take it with you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd be alive and paid
Before my called, history's made
fall, but I rise, thug or die
Making choices, that determine my 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
Sooner or later 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, somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac dude you cry for
I'm like a lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate 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 being locked down new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a grand
I'm a poor dream, a thug poet
Live it and I write down and I watch it up
Y'all what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now