Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a being born
Same time a man is murdered, the and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural I
My plateau, and also, what defines my
it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for
I spent time in the game, my mind on fame
Saw shoot up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I
That depends, Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for souls, in the crossroads
To the thugs hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big living large, taking 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 cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, is felt
And of N-A-S are the letters that spell
NAS, NAS

"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires
glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up the stars
cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
"Nas is like" Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the
The last one left, let my invest in stock
Came a along way from blasting, tecs on
Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres
From the with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, zeros
Bet my nine spit for the
But it all worth, can't take it with you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but of it worked
They just rob your grave, I'd be alive and paid
Before my number's called, history's
fall, but I rise, thug or die
Making choices, determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I'm why
a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much success to you, even if you me the opposite
Sooner or later we'll all see who the is

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