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 sleep
My visions are realistic, is figurative
I can wish it into existence, god want this to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and who bled
Who we in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on
They wear lifetime, they tell 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 dempsey, matte black bentley, pimply
Shatterin' your silence, passin' the chalice
Due to my Indian at the weed dispensary
Official kings and gents is who I mix and with
your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I'll fuck wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto

Yo, we talkin' 'bout niggas?
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 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', take chances
A soldier home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, go 'head
So much to write and say, yo I don't know 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 since I started finding
I shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and
I been rich longer than I broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost then made it back
Like trump bein' up down up, with cash

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