Luyện nghe bài hát The Don

New girl, dem a mad over we
New girl, dem a mad over we
New girl, dem a mad over we
New York girl, dem a mad we

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
New York City, inna New York City
Inna New City, inna New York City

Smoking a escubano, guzzle my bottle
Hope I don't a homo, grossing our net
making me climb higher
Heinous crimes behind me, but can't find me
Fuck sadness, had been you having this lavish
happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards
You would sex on condominium roof decks
So anyone move next, I'll hit you two Tecs
Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible
My Colombiana riding beside me
Every tat mean something, that's my on my body
I'll have to lean wit that Mossberg shotty
My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo
Just cuz was mad at all the years I was getting it
In 97 the six, 98 the
Now it's the Ghost Phantom and y'all can't 'em but

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Inna New York City, inna New City
New York City, inna New York City

Yeah, army jacket swag, jacket green and black
the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at?
Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in ass crack
I never did that, my sock's my stash was at
Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap
I fell in with all that poetry I mastered that
school with Preme team, the Fat Cat was at
Future not crystal yet Baccarat
Now I'm the one who Queens, way beyond your wildest dreams
on bottles with sparklers surround my team
That long cash get the baddest out they jeans
20 in this game, looking 17
I don't lean, no codeine,
I just green, pick which bitch to bless the king
Although on to another chapter
Heavy D gave beat to Salaam for me to rap to, rah

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Inna New City, inna New York City
Inna New City, inna New York City

New York is like an Island, a big Rikers
The cops be out wilin', all I is sirens
It's all about surviving, same old two
Try to stay alive they be out robbin'
I been out rhymin' born knowledge
Like prophet said the ink from a scholar
more than the blood of a martyr
So I'ma, it on 'til I see a billion dollars
Keep your friends close and your closer
Love model chocha mommy pop it she 'pose ta
Eyes red shot like I'm never
Big time smoker, doja
Mini me's you can up before you end up wet up from my soldiers
Don shit, under fire I remain on some shit
This for every ghetto in the
Nas the Don, Cat the Don Dada, understood?

Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don
New York City, inna New York City
Inna New York City, inna New York