Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

[Intro: Black
Yo, yo Nas. Big and Pac like you man
So get off they dick man
This is Ice and man
for you, faggot!!

[Verse 1:
A nigga named Nas think he like me
Now its on 'till he R.I.P, the might be
Against me, you real, convince me, I you a bitch
Pardon me Nas, I think you dick
Whens the time you came to Queensbridge to see the kids
Speak to Ill moms, or gave cheese to Wiz
Streat Dreams put me in the fridge
You a hossa, a pig
Junior was eatin' wit Big
Jay let Bleek and 'em
Nore got comfortable
All ya mans do is smoke blunts with you
Fuck a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, I'm about
at my crew we all got whips

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

3]
Off the when the fours get blown
Lake can't save you, Lord is just
Big's last was "You lost it homes"
You the reason Ill is in the coffin yo
When he got shot, you was too to roll
Talkin' 'bout you a Pac
Nah you a Pac
I get and take blocks
You down and take cock
Cause Lightys behind you, get it?
My niggas'll find you
You give ya niggas nothing, the diamonds, the
I got ain't no denying I did
But I was fire at niggas
the fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch!!

4]
Check it, I had One Love for niggas, those are over
expired, the game is over
It hard 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 down Memory Lane
Niggas had ya in flames
You didn't nigga you cried in pain
If the world is yours nigga why you hide ya
If ya girls is yours, I even go there
My niggas, respected, yours is labeled
If rap is a gun, I You Power
You better watch them niggas, thats to you
Or I'ma pop them
If you could see the future, whats the outcome
It Was Written, you think you a
You the world, I'ma take it in blood
You a Suspect wit a live niggas rap
I'm sendin' you the Message, ya rhymes are
One for the mind, I'ma make you bow
And I'll prove who's the illest, so Me Now