Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Nas and Nature

(Yo Son, this all on your shit)
Nah what's
(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)
Take that to war
Yo Nature, man

In a ja'causezi flashin, splashin a uzi BlASTIN
Much love for thugs, God bless B.I.,
"Whattup with Cormega?" Live niggaz askin
The exhibition, flexin, throw my clip in
Chrome VVS's, check it
Niggaz talkin bout, how real they it on record
Screamin out, Q.B.C. but rep it
Am I my brothers keeper or a faggot in love reefer?
My Far niggaz 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 like me?
You wanna be me, but can't see a like me
I'm loungin, like bookies on housin
You see my team and your heart starts poundin
You shook, getting paid off the
jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook
You see the Lex, you ass thug, you need respect
or be another nigga my fuckin heater wet
My is manifest, the words be correct
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 faggot ass man around me
But my man got a few he wanna say to you

Nature you fake cat, try to be and got your chain snatched
Took the shit, and little brother's tape back
Now you against the star, puffin hundred stacks
in a Lex, LS, on Escobars
but they too sweet, burn my
Firm don't want no beef, burn the
Five stars, Q.B. the Desert
The exclusive, check out the new kid on the next hit
the illest kicks, play the strength, what the writer bent
Hover from night to light, now push the tightest
The click, we're airtight
Roll and wear Air Nikes, some 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
out the 'Bridge, my DeLorean, showbiz
And if you wanna sign me you can find me the coke is

I'm a to "Street Dreamin"
Nigga your whole crew is twenty-two's, my dudes street
Prepared, never scared, ones to 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 wanna step to me, you'd bring a referee
My name is 'Mega, y'all niggaz scared to 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 Lex, the coke's white
Lampin on the Hill, nigga Nature thought he ill
I fucked his ass up I'm Holyfield
The Real Deal, Montana, for short
Of course, yeah, the fucking
Yeah, that nigga Nature talk about he my spot
one punch to the face, and just dropped

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