Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

Yo, yo, I it and I speak it
My is reefer
Big to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My are realistic, nothin' is figurative
I can wish it into existence, god want this nigga to
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 Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on
They wear them lifetime, they they 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 stories we tell them, nothin's than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition
Rap jack dempsey, black bentley, pimply
Shatterin' silence, passin' 'round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the dispensary
kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I'll fuck your wife she a groupie, scandalous
for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous

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

At seventeen I seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'
Integrity intact, reppin'
askin' how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin', "Nas must have pictures of god or somethin'"
To keep winnin' is my way Francis
As long as I'm breathin', I'll chances
A soldier comin' home, twenty years old no legs
Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, go 'head
So much to write and say, yo I know where to start
So I'll with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is cause my diamond piece
But my life been since I started finding peace
I even be smilin', I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it
Like trump bein' up down up, with cash

My nigga's like a
Nas, we push it, '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' the roof of my mouth
Shit was felissimo, melted pot, city hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac
I was a crook by the train that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels
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 adventures of rick
on how his imagination was so sick
It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow
agin' my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, and sublease
I'm y'all

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