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 natural I
My plateau, and also, defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain
I spent in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I
depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD covers to
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the
To the corner hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big living 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
Heaven and hell, rap legend, 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 driver
Planets in orbit, 'em up with the stars
cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash in stock
Came a along way from blasting, on blocks
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects with no chips, to large dough
Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under this
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, 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
It's a game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, even if you me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but nothing
I'm like beef, bustin heat your windows
I'm a street sweeper, green leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from 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 whole lot of loot, I'm crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich
I'm ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm being locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire a hundred grand
I'm a poor dream, a thug poet
it and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all it your system every night
Now