Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

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

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

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

My like a locomotive
Nas, we it, mush 'em
Queensbridge to
Harlem, bronx, all
You even 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' than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with iron thing, concealed
Reachin', as I heard them iron wheels screechin'
When it came to a whoever walked off got caught
Token man safe behind a locked door for
Minor shit, minor league shit, beastin'
Lookin' for the juks young, but now we older
In my truck, play the adventures of slick rick
Buggin' on how his imagination was so
It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas through yellow teeth
Alcohol agin' my niggas faster than
How I? must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me
at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I'm y'all

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