Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

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

[Verse 1:
A nigga named Nas think he live me
Now its on 'till he R.I.P, the odds be
Against me, you real, convince me, I think you a
Pardon me Nas, I think you suck
Whens the last you came to Queensbridge to see the kids
Speak to Ill 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
Nore got comfortable
All ya ever do is smoke blunts with you
Fuck a Willy outfit, nigga, I'm about chips
Look at my we all got whips

2]
Nasty Nas all ya life you me
daughter 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 the bitch divorce me"
"Street Dreems", and other rhyme you got off me
I kept the rhymes for me
Fuck it now the whole world
Who ass Nas tryin to be
You was broke, was buyin' ya weed
Ya Lex got repossessed, I had mines on the
You kept it real wit Nature
Steve taught you how to deal wit paper
Kings crowns, and kingdoms fall
When ya queen foul, obviously she's
Jay Z's boo now, what he do now?

3]
Off the throne when the get blown
Lake can't you, Lord is just fold
Big's words was "You lost it homes"
You the Ill Will is in the coffin yo
When he got shot, you was too soft to
'bout you a brave Pac
Nah you a Pac
I get down and take
You bend and take cock
Chris Lightys behind you, get it?
My find you drippin
You give ya nothing, the diamonds, the bitches
I got ain't no denying I did
But I was fire 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 hard to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob you
Life's A and so are you
I Am, a nightmare to Street
My New York Of Mind will outshine ya weak team
Take a trip Memory Lane
had ya ride in flames
You didn't represent nigga you in pain
If the world is nigga why you hide ya chain?
If ya girls is yours, I won't even go
My niggas, respected, yours is labeled
If rap is a gun, I Gave You
You better them niggas, thats 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 live rap
I'm sendin' you the Message, ya are wack
One for the mind, I'ma make you bow
And I'll prove who's the illest, so Me Now