Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, inserted, a baby's being born
time 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 have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I spent in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of
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 your weak picture then
scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, in light
Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life
Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around their neck in jail naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is
And of course N-A-S are the letters that
NAS, NAS

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

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm like beef, heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, green breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they
I'm crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich
I'm like for ladies, I'm like all races
in one man; like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like being locked down new faces, and none of 'em fam
I'm the of a millionaire spending a hundred grand
I'm a poor man's dream, a thug
Live it and I write and I watch it blow up
Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your every night
Now