Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, inserted, a baby's being born
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
it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on
Saw fiends shoot up and do of cocaine
Saw my close shot, flatline am I sane?
depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD covers to
Line the barrel up with your picture then squeeze
Street for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, your life
Is what you make it, suicide, few try to it
Belt tied around their neck in jail cells
and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course are the letters that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, 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" Mike, messiah type
the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in
Came a way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning
From the projects no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, zeros
Bet my nine 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 rather be alive and
Before my number's called, made
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that determine my future the sky
To rob or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of
Much success to you, if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm like beef, bustin through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning 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 whole lot of loot, I'm like money
Corporate from a rich company
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all
Combined in one 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 spending a hundred
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug
Live it and I write down and I watch it up
know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now