Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born
Same a man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, only natural I explain
My plateau, and also, defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I spent time in the game, kept my on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to my aim
On rooftops, CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with weak picture then squeeze
Street for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that dough
To the big living large, taking in light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, your life
Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is
And of course N-A-S are the letters that
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, and tires
glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Mike, messiah type
the Christ, after the death
The one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way blasting, tecs on blocks
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
From the projects with no chips, to large dough
Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the
But what's it all worth, can't take it you under this Earth
Rich men and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and
Before my number's called, made
fall, but I rise, thug or die
Making choices, that determine my future the sky
To rob or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, even if you me the opposite
Sooner or we'll all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but nothing
I'm like beef, heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you die for
got you, I'm like Pac dude you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm all races
Combined in one like the '99 summer jam
Hummer man
I'm like being down around new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a poet
it and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every
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