Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, inserted, a baby's being born
Same 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 changed
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
That depends, carry to practice my aim
On rooftops, CD covers to trees
the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the
To the corner thugs hustling for that cost dough
To the big living large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life
Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied their neck in jail cells naked
and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N-A-S are the letters that
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
Before the Christ, after the
The last one left, let my cash in stock
a along way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects with no chips, to cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, 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 none of it
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?
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 sweet
I'm beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, man you would die for
Always got you, I'm Pac dude you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp
Corporate accounts from a company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all
Combined in one man; like the '99 jam
Hummer man
I'm like being down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the of a millionaire 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, y'all it your system every night
Now