Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Nas and Nature

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

In a ja'causezi flashin, like a uzi BlASTIN
Much for thugs, God bless B.I., askin
"Whattup with Cormega?" Live niggaz keep
The exhibition, flexin, my extra clip in
bugotti VVS's, check it
Niggaz talkin bout, how real 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 chains and
I had dat, cocaine was cheaper
Yo, who fake nigga soundin like me?
You be me, but can't see a thousand like me
I'm loungin, you're bookies on housin
You see my team comin and your heart poundin
You shook, getting paid off the
jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook
You see the Lex, you fake ass thug, you respect
or be another nigga that my heater wet
My poetry is manifest, the words be
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 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 chain snatched
the shit, and your little brother's tape back
Now you the Mega star, puffin hundred stacks
in a Lex, LS, chewing on
but they too sweet, my teeth
Firm don't want no beef, burn the
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 writer
Hover from night to light, now push the tightest
The click, we're airtight
Roll deep and wear Air Nikes, some to scare the bear type
but we rock mics and jams, like gats we cock
with the pretty boys, bitches say that's not nice
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 effects
Yeah, the drama, I like the fuckin trauma
A gladiator, steel plated armor
Yeah, you wanna step to me, you'd bring a referee
My name is 'Mega, niggaz scared to death of me
Yeah your man asked, I'm a Columbian refugee
Murder any 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 like I'm
The Real Deal, Montana, for short
Of course, yeah, the boss
Yeah, that nigga talk about he takin my spot
Took one punch to the face, and dropped

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