Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a being born
Same a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural I
My plateau, and also, what 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 friends shot, am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to my aim
On rooftops, tape CD to trees
Line the up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your
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 N-A-S are the letters that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the driver
Planets in orbit, 'em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, type
Before the Christ, after the
The one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, zeros
Bet my nine spit for the
But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under Earth
Rich men died and tried, but of it worked
just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's
fall, but I rise, thug 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 to you, even if you wish me the opposite
or later we'll all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your
I'm like a street sweeper, leaf breather
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 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 ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races
in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like being locked around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a spending a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug
Live it and I write down and I it blow up
Y'all what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now