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 using my name from day one to make yourselves famous
Whether you me out on your records
Whether you try to come at me on your records, or you just you know...?
You know... you know how you dick riding This goes 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 times when a nigga ain't wanna fuck with this rap shit no
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 nigga
Got to go a whole bunch of big shit, all that bullshit
But you know what? Fuck that shit, you know how I Yo

with chorus]
I'm gonna give it up, fuck that
I made a mil', but that ain't enough
Ocean and a beach so I can live it up
See, that's the baby, you got to understand its life baby
I'm never gonna it up, fuck that
I a mil', but that ain't good enough
Ocean and a 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 nice
chain, and an ice watch
All this fame in my life's
I entertain, so many places, see so many different faces
They the same from the stages
After the concert, of long work
Home sick form the role, smoking my lungs
Even now I'm recording songs
It's better than, I was pedaling doing wrong
I brought the crew along, we
Fucking married bitches; they go to husbands
Bitches ain't shit, we laughing with
even role the streets now, without the heat
I bust the off impost, that shit is weak
On trial, what I'm gon' tell the
He don't give me no smile, he don't me no love, nor???? the jury
when I need celeb status and the blackness
This motherfucker's rappers, what a life

[Chorus: with

2]
My girl hate when I'm with my boys, think I'm
morning knocking at my door state policeman
Give him a reason, but I give it to him
They said they heard a disturbance, and I just to him
See, I cooperate they push me
Cops hate when you 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 dreaming I can see my dead smile
Wake up, I get some air, hit the for a while - pick up some gear
I'm going to the studio; my engineer put the track up "out west"
And he me spit it clear...Uhh
Another hit is made, another album
So ones we getting paid, and now we wilding
Get hype to the video, all in the city yo
I'm hoping that a blow, but ya don't hear me thought

3]

Uhh...the haters say I shit
I fall, but I can't slip
Got to ball, got to chips
Old ladies hate my moms cause their kids ate them out to
Catch my on the bench fronting
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, when I 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 keep laying hits, one is quits
Plus if I stop, how will I stay