Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

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

[Verse 1:
A named Nas think he live like me
Now its on 'till he R.I.P, the might be
Against me, you real, convince me, I think you a
me Nas, I think you suck dick
Whens the last time you to Queensbridge to see the kids
Speak to Ill Will moms, or cheese to Wiz
Streat Dreams don't put me in the
You a hossa, a pig
Mafia was eatin' wit Big
Jay let and 'em live
Nore got comfortable
All ya ever 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 real you was tryin' to portray me
of fact, time for Sony to pay me
For "Life's a bitch, God the bitch divorce me"
"Street Dreems", and other rhyme you got off me
I shoulda kept the for me
Fuck it now the whole know
Who coward ass Nas to be
You was broke, Killa was buyin' ya
Ya Lex got repossessed, I had mines on the
You shoulda kept it wit Nature
Steve Stoute taught you how to wit paper
lose 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
Lake can't save you, Lord is fold
last words was "You lost it homes"
You the Ill Will is in the coffin yo
When he got shot, you was too soft to
Talkin' you a brave Pac
Nah you a Pac
I get and take blocks
You down and take cock
Cause Chris Lightys you, get it?
My find you drippin
You give ya nothing, the diamonds, the bitches
I got shot no denying I did
But I was sendin' fire at
What the fuck you 'bout bitch!!

4]
Check it, I had One Love for niggas, those days are
Halftime expired, the is over
It hard to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob you
Life's A and so are you
I Am, a to Street Dreams
My New York State Of Mind will ya weak team
a trip down Memory Lane
Niggas had ya ride in
You didn't nigga you cried in pain
If the world is nigga why you hide ya chain?
If ya is yours, I won't even go there
My niggas, respected, yours is labeled
If rap is a gun, I You Power
You better watch niggas, thats close to you
Or I'ma pop niggas
If you could see the future, whats the outcome
It Was Written, you think you a
You rule the world, I'ma 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, make you bow
And I'll prove the illest, so Hate Me Now