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
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 shoot up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, 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 then squeeze
Street scriptures for souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, taking in
Pushing big toys, getting nice, your life
Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt around their neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is
And of N-A-S are the letters that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest
in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my invest in stock
Came a along way from blasting, on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, acres
From the projects with no chips, to cake dough
Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my spit 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 rob your grave, I'd rather be alive 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 or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of
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 sweet
I'm like beef, heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like nine, your man you would die for
got you, I'm like Pac dude you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like money
Corporate from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm 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 man's dream, a thug
Live it and I write down and I watch it up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every
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