Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

[Intro: Ice]
Yo, yo Nas. Big and Pac didn't you man
So get off dick please man
is Ice and Cormega man
for you, faggot!!

[Verse 1:
A nigga named Nas think he live me
Now its on 'till he R.I.P, the might be
me, you real, convince me, I think you a bitch
Pardon me Nas, I think you dick
Whens the last time you to Queensbridge to see the kids
Speak to Ill Will moms, or gave to Wiz
Streat don't put me in the fridge
You a hossa, a pig
Junior Mafia was wit Big
Jay let Bleek and 'em
got Capone comfortable
All ya ever do is smoke blunts with you
Fuck a Esco outfit, nigga, I'm about chips
Look at my crew we all got

2]
Nasty Nas all ya you praised me
Your daughter be Jay Z's
Illmatic was real you was tryin' to portray me
of fact, time for Sony to pay me
For "Life's a bitch, God forbid the divorce me"
"Street Dreems", and every other you got off me
I shoulda kept the for me
it now the whole world know
Who ass Nas tryin to be
You was broke, Killa was buyin' ya
Ya Lex got repossessed, I had mines on the
You shoulda kept it wit Nature
Stoute taught you how to deal wit paper
Kings crowns, and kingdoms fall
When ya moves foul, obviously she's
Jay Z's boo now, what he do now?

3]
Off the throne when the get blown
Lake can't save you, is just fold
Big's words was "You lost it homes"
You the Ill Will is in the coffin yo
he got shot, you was too soft to roll
Talkin' you a brave Pac
Nah you a Pac
I get down and take
You bend down and cock
Cause Chris Lightys you, get it?
My niggas'll you drippin
You ya niggas nothing, the diamonds, the bitches
I got shot ain't no I did
But I was sendin' at niggas
What the fuck you 'bout bitch!!

4]
Check it, I had One Love for niggas, days are over
Halftime expired, the game is
It ain't to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob you
A Bitch and so are you
I Am, a nightmare to Dreams
My New York State Of Mind outshine ya weak team
Take a trip down Memory
Niggas had ya ride in
You represent nigga you cried in pain
If the world is yours why you hide ya chain?
If ya girls is yours, I won't go there
My niggas, respected, is labeled cowards
If rap is a gun, I You Power
You better watch them niggas, close to you
Or I'ma pop niggas
If you could see the future, the outcome nigga
It Was Written, you think you a
You rule the world, I'ma take it in
You a Suspect Nigga wit a niggas rap
I'm sendin' you the Message, ya are wack
One for the mind, I'ma make you bow
And I'll prove the illest, so Hate Me Now