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, is figurative
I can wish it into existence, god this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for
Who are you niggas? Why argue
The truth is the truth, I put my scars on niggas
wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, "Nas did this"
Pointin' to they scars like, "right here, baby, Nas did this"
Like a of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest
War stories we tell them, nothin's realer than
Sip prohibition liquor, whiskey
Rap jack dempsey, matte bentley, pimply
Shatterin' your silence, 'round the chalice
Due to my ancestry at the weed dispensary
Official kings and gents is who I mix and with
your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I'll fuck your wife she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad bitches, ghetto glamorous

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

At seventeen I made thousand livin' in public housin'
Integrity intact, hard
They how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin', "Nas have naked pictures of god or somethin'"
To keep is my way like Francis
As long as I'm breathin', I'll chances
A soldier comin' home, twenty 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 basics and flow the heart
I know you my life is good cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started peace
I shouldn't be smilin', I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I
I started out broke, got rich, lost then made it back
Like trump bein' up down up, with cash

My nigga's like a
Nas, we push it, 'em
Queensbridge to
Harlem, bronx, all
You even supposed to be here
You know you at?

At night, New York, eat a too hot
Use my to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felissimo, pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac
I was a by the train with 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 for sure
Minor thief shit, minor shit, beastin'
for the juks young, but now we older chiefin'
In my truck, play the greatest adventures of slick
Buggin' on how his was so sick
It's ghetto beef, sinister snicker through yellow teeth
Alcohol my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? must be, somethin' in the air corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, 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