Luyện nghe bài hát Never Gonna Give It Up

(featuring II Men)

talking]
Man, we you man, you hear me?
This is coming 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
you shouting me out on your records
Whether you try to come at me on records, or whether you just you know...?
You know... you know how you riding man? This goes out to ya
Cause we you man, I've done made 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 fuck with this rap shit no more
this 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 bunch of big shit, all that bullshit
But you know what? Fuck shit, you know how I feel? Yo

[Nas chorus]
I'm never gonna give it up, that
I made a mil', but that ain't enough
Ocean and a so I can really live it up
See, that's the life baby, you got to its life baby
I'm gonna give it up, fuck that
I a mil', but that 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 mention and the ride
Platinum chain, and an ice
All this fame in my life's
I entertain, been so places, see so many different faces
They look the same the stages
After the concert, of long work
Home sick form the role, smoking my hurt
Even now I'm recording songs
It's better than, when I was pedaling wrong
I brought the crew along, we
Fucking married bitches; go to their husbands
Bitches ain't shit, we laughing them
Can't role the streets now, without the heat
I bust the nigga off impost, that is weak
On trial, what I'm tell the judge
He give me no smile, he don't give me no love, nor???? the jury
That's 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
Every knocking at my door state policeman
Give him a reason, but I give it to him
They they heard a disturbance, and I just listen to him
See, I cooperate until they me
Cops hate when you know the law, you 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 dreaming I can see my dead friends
Wake up, I get some air, hit the mall for a while - up some gear
I'm going to the studio; my put the track up from "out west"
And he me spit it clear...Uhh
Another hit is just made, album
So ones we getting 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 shit
Hope I fall, but I can't
Got to ball, got to chips
Old hate my moms cause their kids ate them out to nothing
Catch my moms on the bench
I got to stay awake, got to pray
Glad I'm still alive, fuck what haters say
So times I ain't wanna rhyme
Wanted a normal life, I ain't 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 will I stay