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 that nigga, not that that nigga's too pretty
(You gotta do somethin man, you do somethin man, word up)
that nigga to war
Yo Nature, man

In a flashin, splashin 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 bugotti VVS's, it
Niggaz bout, how real they kept it on record
out, Q.B.C. but don't rep it
Am I my brothers keeper or a in love with reefer?
My Far Rock' niggaz would love to ya
"Life's a Bitch" but shit gets deeper, fuck gold and sneakers
I had dat, cocaine was cheaper
Yo, who this nigga soundin like me?
You wanna be me, but can't see a like me
I'm loungin, you're bookies on housin
You see my comin and your heart starts poundin
You shook, paid 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 words be
My empire rise, now my are vexed
Yo Nature you finished, yo Nas you

Yeah, clear my man
YouknowhatI'msayin, Nas
It ain't nuttin personal, all business yaknahmsayin?
You let little faggot ass man come around me
But my man got a few words he 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 too sweet, burn my teeth
Firm don't want no beef, burn the
stars, Q.B. the Desert Storm
The Mobb exclusive, out the new kid on the next hit
Find the illest kicks, play the strength, the writer bent
Hover from night to light, now push the 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 gats we 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 me where the coke is

I'm a to "Street Dreamin"
your whole crew is twenty-two's, my dudes street sweepin
Prepared, scared, ones to bolster Flex
I'm ill, real, ain't no special effects
Yeah, bring the drama, I like the fuckin
A gladiator, rocking steel armor
Yeah, you wanna step to me, better bring a referee
My name is 'Mega, y'all scared 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 Lex, the coke's white
Lampin on the Hill, 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 Nature talk about he takin my spot
one punch to the face, and just dropped

It's over La, I don't even know why you 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 your fuckin gold 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 that's how you through
the projects or burn your shit down
Them is idiots, yo
Talkin about "Street Dreams" a pink 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, fuckin with the best, man, knahmsayin?
But y'all niggaz ain't ready for war
Y'all ready for the motherfuckin, the gun battles
or the on sight man
fuck with me man, I got no more to say man
ass bay-atches!