Luyện nghe bài hát Nas Is Like

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

"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and
Bulletproof glass, inside is the driver
Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the
Tarot cards, you can see the Nas
"Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah
Before the Christ, the death
The last one left, let my cash in stock
a along way from blasting, tecs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning
From the projects with no chips, to cake dough
Dimes, giving fellatio, zeros
Bet my nine for the pesos
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 grave, I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my called, history's made
Some'll fall, but I rise, or die
Making choices, that determine my future the sky
To rob or kill, I'm wondering why
It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of
Much to you, even if you wish me the opposite
or later we'll all see who the prophet is

"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet
I'm like beef, bustin through your windows
I'm a street sweeper, green leaf breather
Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep they teachers
I'm like crime, your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pac dude you cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like money
Corporate accounts from a rich
I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all
Combined in one like the '99 summer jam
Bulletproof man
I'm like being locked down around new faces, and of 'em fam
I'm the of a millionaire spending a hundred grand
I'm a man's dream, a thug poet
Live it and I write down and I watch it up
know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night
Now