Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Nas and Nature

(Yo Son, person's all on your shit)
Nah what's
(Nigga Nas tried to commit, yeah 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, like a uzi BlASTIN
Much love for thugs, God bless B.I.,
"Whattup with Cormega?" Live niggaz keep
The exhibition, flexin, throw my extra in
Chrome VVS's, check it
Niggaz talkin bout, how they kept it on record
Screamin out, Q.B.C. but rep it
Am I my keeper 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, when cocaine was
Yo, who this fake nigga like me?
You wanna be me, but can't see a thousand me
I'm loungin, like bookies on housin
You see my team comin and your 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 nigga that my fuckin heater wet
My is manifest, the words be correct
My empire rise, now my enemies are
Yo you finished, yo Nas you next

Yeah, my little 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 he wanna say to you

you fake cat, try to be down and got your chain snatched
Took the shit, and your little brother's tape
Now you against the star, puffin hundred stacks
in a Lex, LS, on Escobars
but they too sweet, burn my
Firm don't no beef, burn the wonder
stars, Q.B. the Desert Storm
The Mobb exclusive, 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 shit
The click, we're airtight
Roll deep and wear Air Nikes, some to scare the bear type
but we rock mics and jams, gats we cock twice
Runnin with the pretty boys, bitches say that's not
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 crew is twenty-two's, my dudes street sweepin
Prepared, never scared, ones to bolster
I'm ill, real, ain't no special effects
Yeah, bring the drama, I the fuckin trauma
A gladiator, rocking steel plated
Yeah, you wanna step to me, better bring a referee
My name is 'Mega, y'all niggaz to death of me
Yeah your man asked, I'm a Columbian refugee
Murder any nigga in sight, any day or
You see me in a jet black Lex, the coke's
Lampin on the Hill, that Nature thought he ill
I fucked his ass up like I'm
The Deal, Montana, drama for short
Of course, yeah, the boss
Yeah, that nigga Nature talk he takin my spot
Took one punch to the face, and just

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