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 natural 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 time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of
Saw my close shot, flatline am I sane?
depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then
Street for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost
To the big living large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, your life
Is you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around their neck in jail cells
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, rims and
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest
Planets in orbit, 'em up with the stars
cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
Before the Christ, the death
The one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blasting, on blocks
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my spit for the pesos
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you this Earth
Rich men and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd be alive and paid
my number's called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that determine my future the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
It's a game, is any man worthy of fame?
success to you, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf
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 you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm crisp money
Corporate from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all
Combined in one man; the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a hundred
I'm a poor man's dream, a poet
it and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now