Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Nas and Nature

(Yo Son, this person's all on shit)
Nah this?
(Nigga Nas tried to commit, yeah em up)
Not that nigga, not nigga that nigga's too pretty
(You gotta do somethin man, you do somethin man, word up)
that nigga to war
Yo Nature, man

In a ja'causezi flashin, like a uzi BlASTIN
Much love for thugs, God B.I., askin
"Whattup with Cormega?" Live keep askin
The exhibition, flexin, throw my extra in
bugotti VVS's, check it
Niggaz talkin bout, how real kept it on record
out, Q.B.C. but don't rep it
Am I my brothers keeper or a faggot in love with
My Far Rock' would love to meet ya
"Life's a Bitch" but shit deeper, fuck gold chains and sneakers
I had dat, cocaine was cheaper
Yo, who this fake nigga soundin me?
You wanna be me, but see a thousand like me
I'm loungin, like bookies on housin
You see my team comin and your heart poundin
You shook, getting off the book
jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook
You see the Lex, you ass thug, you need respect
or be another nigga that my heater wet
My poetry is manifest, the words be
My rise, now my enemies are vexed
Yo Nature you finished, yo Nas you

Yeah, clear my man
YouknowhatI'msayin, Nas
It ain't nuttin personal, it's all yaknahmsayin?
You let your little ass man come around me
But my man got a few words he say to you

you fake cat, try to be down and got your chain snatched
Took the shit, and little brother's tape back
Now you against the Mega star, hundred stacks
in a Lex, LS, chewing on
but they too sweet, my teeth
don't want no beef, burn the wonder
Five stars, Q.B. the Desert
The exclusive, check out the new kid on the next hit
Find the illest kicks, play the strength, what the bent
from night to light, now push the tightest shit
The click, we're airtight
Roll and wear Air Nikes, some to scare some the bear type
but we rock mics and jams, like gats we twice
Runnin with the pretty boys, say that's not nice
out the 'Bridge, my DeLorean, showbiz
And if you wanna me you can find me where the coke is

I'm a to "Street Dreamin"
Nigga your crew is twenty-two's, my dudes street sweepin
Prepared, never scared, ones to Flex
I'm ill, real, ain't no special effects
Yeah, bring the drama, I the fuckin trauma
A gladiator, rocking steel armor
Yeah, you wanna to me, you'd better bring a referee
My name is 'Mega, niggaz scared to death of me
your man asked, I'm like a Columbian refugee
Murder any in sight, any day or night
You see me in a jet black Lex, the coke's
on the Hill, that nigga Nature thought he ill
I his ass up like I'm Holyfield
The Real Deal, Montana, for short
Of course, yeah, the fucking
Yeah, that nigga Nature talk he takin my spot
Took one punch to the face, and just

It's over La, I don't even know why you even try to come at me
This is Cor Mega
You know I'm the baddest you fuckin
I'll you up
That's why my man took fuckin gold chain
and now he's wearin shit in the projects, you're a fuckin bitch
Knahmsayin Nas? You to you need to you need to
get a fireproof fuckin van that's how you come through
the projects or niggaz'll burn your down
Them is idiots, yo
Talkin about "Street Dreams" a pink ass suit
the fuck kind of dreams you niggaz workin with, man?
Last crack niggaz sold was y'all ass!
You fuck with me, fuckin with the best, man, knahmsayin?
But y'all niggaz ain't for fucking war
Y'all ready for the motherfuckin, the gun battles
or the on sight man
don't with me man, I got no more to say man
ass bay-atches!