Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Nas and Nature

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

In a flashin, splashin like a uzi BlASTIN
Much love for thugs, God B.I., askin
"Whattup with Cormega?" niggaz keep askin
The exhibition, flexin, my extra clip in
Chrome VVS's, check it
Niggaz bout, how real they kept it on record
Screamin out, Q.B.C. but rep it
Am I my brothers keeper or a faggot in with reefer?
My Far niggaz would love to meet ya
"Life's a Bitch" but shit gets deeper, fuck gold and sneakers
I had dat, when was cheaper
Yo, who this fake nigga soundin me?
You be me, but can't see a thousand like me
I'm loungin, you're like bookies on
You see my team comin and your starts poundin
You shook, paid off the book
jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook
You see the Lex, you fake ass thug, you respect
or be another nigga my fuckin heater wet
My is manifest, the words be correct
My empire rise, now my are vexed
Yo Nature you finished, yo Nas you

Yeah, my little man
YouknowhatI'msayin, Nas
It nuttin personal, it's all business yaknahmsayin?
You let your little ass man come around me
But my man got a few he wanna say to you

Nature you fake cat, try to be down and got your chain
Took the shit, and your brother's tape back
Now you against the Mega star, puffin hundred
in a Lex, LS, on Escobars
but they too sweet, burn my
Firm want no beef, burn the wonder
Five stars, Q.B. the Storm
The Mobb exclusive, out the new kid on the next hit
Find the illest kicks, play the strength, what the bent
Hover night to light, now push the tightest shit
The tighest click, we're
Roll deep and wear Air Nikes, some to scare some the type
but we rock and jams, like gats we cock twice
Runnin with the pretty boys, say that's not nice
out the 'Bridge, my DeLorean, showbiz
And if you sign me you can find me where the coke is

I'm a to "Street Dreamin"
Nigga your whole crew is twenty-two's, my street sweepin
Prepared, never scared, to bolster Flex
I'm ill, everything's real, no special effects
Yeah, bring the drama, I like the trauma
A gladiator, rocking plated armor
Yeah, you step to me, you'd better bring a referee
My is 'Mega, y'all niggaz scared to death of me
Yeah man asked, I'm like a Columbian refugee
any nigga in sight, any day or night
You see me in a jet black Lex, the white
Lampin on the Hill, that nigga thought he ill
I fucked his ass up I'm Holyfield
The Deal, Montana, drama for short
Of course, yeah, the fucking
Yeah, that nigga talk about he takin my spot
Took one punch to the face, and just

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