Luyện nghe bài hát Never Gonna Give It Up

(featuring II Men)

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

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

1]
Uhh... I got the mention and the ride
Platinum chain, and an ice
All this fame in my hard
I entertain, been so places, see so many different faces
look the same from the stages
After the concert, hours of work
Home sick form the role, smoking my lungs
thought now I'm recording songs
It's better than, when I was pedaling wrong
I brought the along, we thuggin
married bitches; they go to their husbands
Bitches ain't shit, we with them
even role the streets now, without the heat
I bust the nigga off impost, that shit is
On trial, I'm gon' tell the judge
He don't give me no smile, he don't give me no love, the jury
That's when I need celeb status and the
motherfucker's hate rappers, what a life

[Chorus: changes]

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

3]

Uhh...the say I ain't shit
Hope I fall, but I slip
Got to ball, got to bank
Old ladies hate my moms their kids ate them out to nothing
Catch my moms on the bench
I got to stay awake, got to today
Glad I'm alive, fuck what them haters say
So many times I wanna rhyme
Wanted a normal life, I ain't Nas all the time
Uhh...so problems too, do what I got to do
As long as my moms say, "Boy, I'm of you!"
I laying hits, one is never quits
Plus if I stop, how will I legit?