Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

Yo, yo, I live it and I it
My is reefer
Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to with
My are realistic, nothin' is figurative
I can wish it into existence, god want this 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 argue
The truth is the truth, I really put my on niggas
They wear 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 black bentley,
Shatterin' silence, passin' 'round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the dispensary
Official and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rubies, amethyst
I'll your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, glamorous

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

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

My nigga's a locomotive
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
drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard them iron screechin'
When it came to a halt whoever off got caught
man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor thief shit, minor shit, beastin'
Lookin' for the young, but now we older chiefin'
In my truck, play the greatest adventures of rick
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, owned and
I'm y'all

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