Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's being
Same 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 have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on
Saw shoot up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry 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 cars that cost
To the big dogs living large, taking in
Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying life
Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt around 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, Wind & Fire, and tires
Bulletproof glass, is the realest driver
in orbit, line 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the
The last one left, let my invest in stock
Came a way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, acres
From the projects with no chips, to cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, siete
Bet my nine for the pesos
But what's it all worth, take it with you under this Earth
men died and tried, but none of it worked
They rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that determine my under the sky
To rob or kill, I'm wondering why
a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much 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 beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm a street sweeper, green leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from teachers
I'm like crime, your 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 accounts 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 around new faces, and of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a 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 play it system every night
Now