Luyện nghe bài hát Never Gonna Give It Up

(featuring II Men)

[Nas
Man, we you man, you hear me?
This is coming from the man, Nas man
Bravehearts you man, this is to all of ya niggaz
Who been using my name from day one to make yourselves
Whether you shouting me out on records
Whether you try to come at me on your records, or whether you you know...?
You know... you know how you dick riding This goes out to ya
Cause we love you man, I've done a lot of niggaz famous man
But I'm gon' make you...I make you the papers, this one's for you
Hey yo, up
It been a lot of times when a ain't wanna fuck with this rap shit no more
Fuck this shit, but you know...? the year I started to see shit, you knowamsayin?
Nigga see niggaz driving around with fancy cars, diamonds all that
Niggaz thinking chilling
Got to go through a whole bunch of big shit, all bullshit
But you know what? Fuck that shit, you how I feel? Yo

with chorus]
I'm never gonna give it up, fuck
I made a mil', but that ain't enough
and a beach so I can really live it up
See, that's the baby, you got to understand its life baby
I'm never gonna give it up, that
I made a mil', but ain't good enough
Ocean and a so I can really live it up
See, the life baby, you got to understand its life baby

1]
Uhh... I got the and the nice ride
Platinum chain, and an ice
All this fame in my life's
I entertain, so many places, see so many different faces
look the same from the stages
After the concert, of long work
Home sick form the role, smoking my hurt
thought now I'm recording songs
It's better than, when I was pedaling doing
I the crew along, we thuggin
Fucking married bitches; they go to their
Bitches ain't shit, we laughing with
even role the streets now, without the heat
I bust the nigga off impost, shit is weak
On trial, what I'm gon' tell the
He give me no smile, he don't give me no love, nor???? the jury
when I need celeb status and the blackness
This motherfucker's hate rappers, what a

[Chorus: with

2]
My girl when I'm with my boys, think I'm cheating
Every morning knocking at my door policeman
Give him a reason, but I don't it to him
They said heard a disturbance, and I just listen to him
See, I cooperate until they me
Cops hate when you know the law, you ain't - you not fake
Can't explain how much I miss the
When we was slinging my niggaz, screaming "Fuck the cops!"
Now when I'm I can see my dead friends smile
Wake up, I get air, hit the mall for a while - pick up some gear
I'm going to the studio; my engineer put the up from "out west"
And he me spit it clear...Uhh
Another hit is just made, another
So ones again we getting paid, and now we
Get hype to shoot the video, all in the yo
I'm that a nigga blow, but ya don't hear me thought

3]

Uhh...the say I ain't shit
Hope I fall, but I can't
Got to ball, got to chips
Old ladies hate my moms their kids ate them out to nothing
my moms on the bench fronting
I got to stay awake, got to pray
I'm still alive, fuck what them haters say
So many times I ain't rhyme
Wanted a normal life, when I Nas all the time
Uhh...so many too, do what I got to do
As long as my moms say, "Boy, I'm of you!"
I keep laying hits, one is quits
Plus if I stop, how I stay legit?