• 標題:Breathe
  • 歌手:Nas
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    Nas - Breathe

    And America ya never be free
    Middle fingers up, f**k the police
    Damn, can't a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
    Bravehearts still QB's Finest
    Grindin', enough diamonds to change the climate
    Not only do you see a nigga shinin'
    You can see a nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
    Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis
    Cruise with the hammer
    Jealous hearted can't stand him
    Haters are scandalous
    To all my niggas getting money in the streets
    Light up my tress
    And I just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
    I twist em
    Baby mama beat victim
    Chronic leaf hittin'
    All kinds of heat with him, wisdom
    From pot to piss in to high position
    Intense hustle, is pain like a pinched muscle
    Till it rains and my Timbs stain my socks
    Till I dodge enough shots
    And the presiding judge slams a mallot
    It's his life I'm a gwop
    Then I copp
    Then I yacht
    Then I dot
    Island hoppin' away from nightmare holders
    Or cowboys slingers
    Who shoot up any club
    To see their names ring loud on some FBI poster
    Must be on X or he coked up
    Suggestin' I post a, bail
    I'm like yes 'cause we soldiers
    We just gettin' older
    In time, we still in our prime
    I can't afford a new arrest in my folder
    Nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
    I'm fresh out of city housing
    It had to many options
    Pennies on the pension or penitentiary bounded
    Plenty Henny in me
    Envy was simply they trend see
    My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me
    The high life, the fly life
    Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ
    Icewear gaudy, since '94 flossy
    The Lex was an excellent choice
    Now fast forward me
    The pestilence of the ghetto informed me
    As a shorty, to push nothin' less than a 740
    With fresh linen
    Sip pellegrinos with airs on
    They sick, mixing their water with airbourne
    Oh they so sick!
    Look how I got them all crazy, look at that!
    You gotta let it out. Stress ain't good man!
    You gotta breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
    (America we gotta be free)