Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Nas and Nature

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

In a ja'causezi flashin, splashin a uzi BlASTIN
love for thugs, God bless B.I., askin
"Whattup with Cormega?" Live niggaz askin
The exhibition, flexin, throw my clip in
bugotti VVS's, check it
Niggaz bout, how real they kept it on record
out, Q.B.C. but don't rep it
Am I my brothers or a faggot in love with reefer?
My Far niggaz would love to meet ya
"Life's a Bitch" but shit gets deeper, gold chains and sneakers
I had dat, cocaine was cheaper
Yo, who this fake soundin like me?
You wanna be me, but can't see a 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
Niggaz jeal-ous, my LS is off the
You see the Lex, you fake ass thug, you need
or be another nigga that my heater wet
My is manifest, the words be correct
My empire rise, now my enemies are
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

Nature you 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, on Escobars
but they too sweet, my teeth
don't want no beef, burn the wonder
Five stars, Q.B. the Storm
The exclusive, check out the new kid on the next hit
Find the illest kicks, the strength, what the writer bent
Hover from night to light, now push the shit
The tighest click, airtight
Roll deep and wear Air Nikes, to scare some the bear type
but we rock mics and jams, gats we cock twice
Runnin with the boys, bitches say that's not nice
Straight out the 'Bridge, my DeLorean,
And if you wanna sign me you can me where the coke is

I'm a to "Street Dreamin"
Nigga your whole crew is twenty-two's, my dudes sweepin
Prepared, scared, ones to bolster Flex
I'm ill, everything's real, ain't no effects
Yeah, bring the drama, I the fuckin trauma
A gladiator, steel plated armor
Yeah, you wanna step to me, you'd better a referee
My name is 'Mega, y'all niggaz to death of me
Yeah your man asked, I'm a Columbian refugee
any nigga in sight, any day or night
You see me in a jet black Lex, the coke's
Lampin on the Hill, that 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

over La, I don't even know why you even won't 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 wearin your shit in the projects, you're a fuckin bitch
Knahmsayin You need to you need to you need to
get a fuckin fireproof fuckin van how you come through
the projects or burn your shit down
Them is idiots, yo
Talkin "Street Dreams" rockin a pink ass suit
What the fuck kind of dreams you workin with, man?
Last crack niggaz sold was y'all ass!
You fuck with me, you're fuckin with the best, man,
But y'all niggaz ain't for fucking war
Y'all ain't 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!