Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

Yo, yo, I it and I speak it
My religion is
Big moneyin' to most, an freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, is figurative
I can wish it into existence, god want this to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get and forget who bled
Who we in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I put my scars on niggas
They wear them lifetime, they tell hoes, "Nas did this"
Pointin' to they like, "right here, baby, really Nas did this"
a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest
War we tell them, nothin's realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, whiskey
Rap dempsey, matte black bentley, pimply
your silence, passin' 'round the chalice
Due to my Indian at the weed dispensary
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle
your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I'll your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto

Yo, what we 'bout niggas?
What we talkin' 'bout
is Nas, what, Nas
What, nasty, what, recollect,

At seventeen I made seventeen thousand in public housin'
Integrity intact, hard
They askin' how he and reappear back on top
Sayin', "Nas must naked pictures of god or somethin'"
To winnin' is my way like Francis
As as I'm breathin', I'll take chances
A soldier comin' home, twenty years old no legs
Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go
So much to and say, yo I don't know where to start
So I'll begin with the and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good my diamond piece
But my life good since I started finding peace
I even be smilin', I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost then made it back
Like trump up down up, play with cash

My like a locomotive
Nas, we it, mush 'em
to bushwick
Harlem, bronx, all
You ain't supposed to be here
You where you at?

At night, New York, eat a too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the of my mouth
was felissimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels
When it came to a halt whoever off got caught
Token man safe behind a locked door for
Minor shit, minor league shit, beastin'
Lookin' for the young, but now we older chiefin'
In my truck, the greatest adventures of slick rick
Buggin' on how his imagination was so
ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alcohol agin' my faster than felonies
How I? must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me
at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I'm y'all

for my trapped in the 90's niggas
For my trapped in the 90's
Ha, for y'all