Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

Yo, yo, I it and I speak it
My is reefer
Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to with
My are realistic, nothin' is figurative
I can wish it existence, god want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for
Who are you niggas? Why 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"
Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just
War stories we tell them, nothin's realer than
Sip prohibition liquor, whiskey
Rap jack dempsey, matte black bentley,
your silence, passin' 'round the chalice
Due to my Indian at the weed dispensary
kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies,
I'll fuck wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous

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

At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public
intact, reppin' hard
They askin' how he disappear and back on top
Sayin', "Nas have naked pictures of god or somethin'"
To keep winnin' is my way like
As as I'm breathin', I'll take chances
A soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no
Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go
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 you think 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 longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost then made it back
Like trump bein' up down up, play cash

My like a locomotive
Nas, we push it, 'em
to bushwick
Harlem, bronx, all
You ain't even supposed to be
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
Shit was felissimo, pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I them iron wheels screechin'
When it came to a halt walked off got caught
Token man safe behind a locked for sure
Minor thief shit, minor league shit,
Lookin' for the young, but now we older chiefin'
In my truck, play the greatest adventures of slick
Buggin' on how his imagination was so
It's beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alcohol my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? must be, somethin' in the air corrupts me
at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I'm here

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