Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

Yo, yo, I live it and I it
My religion is
Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothin' is
I can it into existence, god want 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 for dead
Who are you niggas? Why niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my on niggas
They them lifetime, they tell they hoes, "Nas did this"
Pointin' to scars like, "right here, baby, really Nas did this"
Like a badge of honor, not I'm just honest
War we tell them, nothin's realer than karma
Sip liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap jack dempsey, matte black bentley,
Shatterin' your silence, passin' the chalice
Due to my Indian at the weed dispensary
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle
Fuck ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I'll fuck your cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad bitches, ghetto glamorous

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

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

My nigga's like a
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, melted pot, city hot
Staggerin' drunker than those that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard iron wheels screechin'
When it came to a whoever walked off got caught
Token man behind a locked door for sure
Minor thief shit, league shit, beastin'
Lookin' for the juks young, but now we chiefin'
In my truck, play the greatest of slick rick
Buggin' on how his was so sick
It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow
Alcohol agin' my niggas faster felonies
How dare I? must be, somethin' in the air corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and
I'm y'all

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