Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Nas and Nature

(Yo Son, this 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 somethin man, you gotta do somethin man, up)
that nigga to war
Yo Nature, man

In a ja'causezi flashin, splashin like a uzi
love for thugs, God bless B.I., askin
"Whattup with Cormega?" Live keep askin
The exhibition, flexin, my extra clip in
Chrome VVS's, check it
talkin 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 love with
My Far Rock' niggaz love to meet ya
"Life's a Bitch" but shit gets deeper, fuck gold and sneakers
I had dat, when cocaine was
Yo, who this fake soundin like me?
You wanna be me, but can't see a like me
I'm loungin, like bookies on housin
You see my comin and your heart starts poundin
You shook, getting off the book
jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook
You see the Lex, you fake ass thug, you need
or be another nigga that my heater wet
My poetry is manifest, the be correct
My rise, now my enemies 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 faggot ass man come around me
But my man got a few words he say to you

Nature you fake cat, try to be down and got your snatched
Took the shit, and your little brother's tape
Now you against the Mega star, puffin stacks
in a Lex, LS, on Escobars
but they too sweet, my teeth
Firm 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, the strength, what the writer bent
from night to light, now push the tightest shit
The click, we're airtight
deep and wear Air Nikes, some to scare some the bear type
but we rock mics and jams, like we cock twice
Runnin with the pretty boys, bitches say that's not
Straight out the 'Bridge, my DeLorean,
And if you wanna sign me you can find me where the is

I'm a to "Street Dreamin"
Nigga your crew is twenty-two's, my dudes street sweepin
Prepared, scared, ones to bolster Flex
I'm ill, everything's real, ain't no special
Yeah, bring the drama, I like the trauma
A gladiator, rocking plated armor
Yeah, you wanna step to me, you'd 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 talk about he takin my spot
Took one to the face, and just dropped

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