Luyện nghe bài hát Never Gonna Give It Up

(featuring II Men)

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

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

1]
Uhh... I got the and the nice ride
chain, and an ice watch
All fame in my life's hard
I entertain, been so many places, see so different faces
They look the same the stages
After the concert, hours of work
sick form the role, smoking my lungs hurt
Even thought now I'm recording
It's better than, when I was pedaling wrong
I brought the along, we thuggin
Fucking married bitches; they go to husbands
Bitches ain't shit, we laughing with
Can't even role the now, without the heat
I bust the nigga off impost, that is weak
On trial, what I'm gon' tell the
He don't give me no smile, he give me no love, nor???? the jury
That's when I need status and the blackness
This hate rappers, what a life

[Chorus: changes]

2]
My girl hate when I'm with my boys, I'm cheating
Every morning knocking at my door policeman
Give him a reason, but I give it to him
said they heard a disturbance, and I just listen to him
See, I cooperate they push me
Cops hate when you the law, you ain't pussy - you not fake
Can't explain how I miss the block
When we was slinging my niggaz, screaming "Fuck the cops!"
Now when I'm I can see my dead friends smile
up, I get some air, hit the mall for a while - pick up some gear
I'm going to the my engineer put the track up from "out west"
And he told me it clear...Uhh
hit is just made, another album
So ones again we paid, and now we wilding
Get to shoot 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 ain't
Hope I fall, but I can't
Got to ball, got to chips
Old ladies hate my moms cause their ate them out to nothing
Catch my moms on the fronting
I got to stay awake, got to today
Glad I'm alive, fuck what them haters say
So many times I wanna rhyme
a normal life, when I ain't Nas all the time
Uhh...so many problems too, do I got to do
As as my moms say, "Boy, I'm proud of you!"
I laying hits, one is never quits
Plus if I stop, how will I legit?