| Song | Nas Is Like |
| Artist | Nas |
| Album | Greatest Hits |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Bell, Brown, Handy, Home, Martin ... |
| [00:01.56] | Artist: Nas |
| [00:01.72] | Album: I Am |
| [00:01.89] | Song: Nas is Like |
| [00:02.08] | |
| [00:08.64] | ("Nas is . . ." -Nas) 7x |
| [00:10.75] | |
| [00:21.51] | Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born |
| [00:23.24] | Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end |
| [00:25.49] | As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain |
| [00:27.71] | My plateau, and also, what defines my name |
| [00:30.20] | First it was Nasty, but times have changed |
| [00:32.54] | Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain |
| [00:35.79] | I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame |
| [00:38.33] | Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine |
| [00:40.96] | Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane? |
| [00:43.42] | That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim |
| [00:45.88] | On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees |
| [00:48.46] | Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze |
| [00:51.00] | Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads |
| [00:53.47] | To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough |
| [00:56.13] | To the big dogs livin large, takin it light |
| [00:58.56] | Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life |
| [01:00.87] | is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it |
| [01:03.95] | Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked |
| [01:06.50] | Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt |
| [01:08.91] | And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . . |
| [01:11.29] | NAS, NAS |
| [01:12.29] | |
| [01:13.51] | Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X) |
| [01:13.78] | |
| [01:14.34] | "Nas is like life or death.. I'm a rebel.. " |
| [01:15.16] | "My poetry's deep, I never fell.." |
| [01:17.02] | "Nas is like.. half man half amazing.." |
| [01:21.15] | "No doubt.." |
| [01:21.64] | |
| [01:22.46] | "Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires |
| [01:25.67] | Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver |
| [01:37.29] | Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars |
| [01:40.04] | Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas |
| [01:42.06] | "Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type |
| [01:44.58] | Before the Christ, after the death |
| [01:46.45] | The last one left, let my cash invest in stock |
| [01:49.53] | Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks |
| [01:51.97] | Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres |
| [01:54.63] | From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough |
| [01:57.23] | Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros |
| [02:00.03] | Bet my nine spit for the pesos |
| [02:02.20] | But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth |
| [02:04.79] | Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked |
| [02:07.35] | They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid |
| [02:10.65] | Before my number's called, history's made |
| [02:12.64] | Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die |
| [02:14.88] | Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky |
| [02:17.92] | To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why |
| [02:20.10] | It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? |
| [02:22.64] | Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite |
| [02:25.73] | Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is |
| [02:27.08] | |
| [02:27.62] | Chorus |
| [02:28.43] | |
| [02:49.06] | "Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet |
| [02:51.01] | I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows |
| [02:53.25] | I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper |
| [02:55.66] | Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers |
| [02:58.25] | I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for |
| [03:01.10] | Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for |
| [03:03.54] | I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money |
| [03:05.39] | Corporate accounts from a rich company |
| [03:08.30] | I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races |
| [03:10.98] | combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam |
| [03:13.44] | Bulletproof Hummer man |
| [03:14.90] | I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam' |
| [03:17.77] | I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand |
| [03:21.06] | I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet |
| [03:23.60] | Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up |
| [03:26.05] | Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night |
| [03:28.52] | Now.. |
| [03:29.37] | |
| [03:29.59] | Chorus |
| [03:30.17] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Bell, Brown, Handy, Home, Martin ... |
| [00:01.56] | Artist: Nas |
| [00:01.72] | Album: I Am |
| [00:01.89] | Song: Nas is Like |
| [00:02.08] | |
| [00:08.64] | " Nas is . . ." Nas 7x |
| [00:10.75] | |
| [00:21.51] | Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby' s bein born |
| [00:23.24] | Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end |
| [00:25.49] | As far as rap go, it' s only natural, I explain |
| [00:27.71] | My plateau, and also, what defines my name |
| [00:30.20] | First it was Nasty, but times have changed |
| [00:32.54] | Ask me now, I' m the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain |
| [00:35.79] | I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame |
| [00:38.33] | Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine |
| [00:40.96] | Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane? |
| [00:43.42] | That depends, carry Mac10' s to practice my aim |
| [00:45.88] | On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees |
| [00:48.46] | Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze |
| [00:51.00] | Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads |
| [00:53.47] | To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough |
| [00:56.13] | To the big dogs livin large, takin it light |
| [00:58.56] | Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life |
| [01:00.87] | is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it |
| [01:03.95] | Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked |
| [01:06.50] | Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt |
| [01:08.91] | And of course N A S are the letters that spell . . . |
| [01:11.29] | NAS, NAS |
| [01:12.29] | |
| [01:13.51] | Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier 2X |
| [01:13.78] | |
| [01:14.34] | " Nas is like life or death.. I' m a rebel.. " |
| [01:15.16] | " My poetry' s deep, I never fell.." |
| [01:17.02] | " Nas is like.. half man half amazing.." |
| [01:21.15] | " No doubt.." |
| [01:21.64] | |
| [01:22.46] | " Nas is like.." Earth Wind Fire, rims and tires |
| [01:25.67] | Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver |
| [01:37.29] | Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars |
| [01:40.04] | Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas |
| [01:42.06] | " Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type |
| [01:44.58] | Before the Christ, after the death |
| [01:46.45] | The last one left, let my cash invest in stock |
| [01:49.53] | Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks |
| [01:51.97] | Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres |
| [01:54.63] | From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough |
| [01:57.23] | Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros |
| [02:00.03] | Bet my nine spit for the pesos |
| [02:02.20] | But what' s it all worth, can' t take it when you under this Earth |
| [02:04.79] | Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked |
| [02:07.35] | They just rob your grave, I' d rather be alive and paid |
| [02:10.65] | Before my number' s called, history' s made |
| [02:12.64] | Some' ll fall, but I rise, thug or die |
| [02:14.88] | Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky |
| [02:17.92] | To rob steal or kill, I' m wondering why |
| [02:20.10] | It' s a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? |
| [02:22.64] | Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite |
| [02:25.73] | Sooner or later we' ll all see who the prophet is |
| [02:27.08] | |
| [02:27.62] | Chorus |
| [02:28.43] | |
| [02:49.06] | " Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet |
| [02:51.01] | I' m like beef, bustin heat through your windows |
| [02:53.25] | I' m like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper |
| [02:55.66] | Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers |
| [02:58.25] | I' m like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for |
| [03:01.10] | Always got you, I' m like Pop Duke you would cry for |
| [03:03.54] | I' m like a whole lot of loot, I' m like crisp money |
| [03:05.39] | Corporate accounts from a rich company |
| [03:08.30] | I' m like ecstasy for ladies, I' m like all races |
| [03:10.98] | combined in one man like the ' 99 summer jam |
| [03:13.44] | Bulletproof Hummer man |
| [03:14.90] | I' m like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam' |
| [03:17.77] | I' m the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand |
| [03:21.06] | I' m a poor man' s dream, a thug poet |
| [03:23.60] | Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up |
| [03:26.05] | Y' all know what I' m like, y' all play it your system every night |
| [03:28.52] | Now.. |
| [03:29.37] | |
| [03:29.59] | Chorus |
| [03:30.17] |