Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

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

[Verse 1:
A nigga Nas think he live like me
Now its on he R.I.P, the odds might be
me, you real, convince me, I think you a bitch
Pardon me Nas, I think you suck
Whens the last time you came to Queensbridge to see the
to Ill Will moms, or gave cheese to Wiz
Streat Dreams don't put me in the
You a hossa, a pig
Junior was eatin' wit Big
Jay let Bleek and 'em
got Capone comfortable
All ya mans do is smoke blunts with you
Fuck a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, I'm about
Look at my we all got whips

2]
Nasty Nas all ya life you me
daughter might be Jay Z's
Illmatic was real 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 other rhyme you got off me
I kept the rhymes for me
Fuck it now the world know
Who ass Nas tryin to be
You was broke, was buyin' ya weed
Ya Lex got repossessed, I had on the street
You shoulda it real wit Nature
Steve Stoute 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 fours get
can't save you, Lord is just fold
Big's words was "You lost it homes"
You the reason Ill Will is in the yo
When he got shot, you was too to roll
Talkin' you a brave Pac
Nah you a Pac
I get and take blocks
You bend down and take
Chris Lightys behind you, get it?
My niggas'll find you
You give ya niggas nothing, the diamonds, the
I got shot ain't no I did
But I was fire at niggas
What the you talkin' 'bout bitch!!

4]
Check it, I had One Love for niggas, those days are
expired, the game is over
It ain't to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob you
Life's A and so are you
I Am, a nightmare to Dreams
My New York State Of Mind will outshine ya team
Take a trip down Lane
had ya ride in flames
You didn't represent nigga you in pain
If the world is yours why you hide ya chain?
If ya girls is yours, I even go there
My niggas, respected, yours is labeled
If rap is a gun, I Gave You
You better watch them niggas, thats to you
Or I'ma pop niggas
If you could see the future, whats the nigga
It Was Written, you you a thug
You rule the world, take it in blood
You a Suspect Nigga wit a niggas rap
I'm you the Message, ya rhymes are wack
One time for the mind, I'ma you bow
And I'll prove the illest, so Hate Me Now