Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

Yo, yo, I live it and I it
My religion is
Big to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, is figurative
I can wish it existence, god want this nigga to live
big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue
The is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, "Nas did this"
Pointin' to they scars like, "right here, baby, Nas did this"
Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm honest
War stories we tell them, realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, whiskey
Rap jack dempsey, matte bentley, pimply
Shatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the
Due to my ancestry at the weed dispensary
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies,
I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie,
for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous

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

At I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'
Integrity intact, hard
They askin' how he disappear and back on top
Sayin', "Nas must naked pictures of god or somethin'"
To keep winnin' is my way Francis
As long as I'm breathin', I'll take
A soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no
Sayin' no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head
So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to
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 finding
I shouldn't even be smilin', I be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then it back
Like trump bein' up down up, with cash

My like a locomotive
Nas, we it, mush 'em
Queensbridge to
Harlem, bronx, all
You ain't even supposed to be
You know you at?

At night, New York, eat a too hot
Use my tongue to the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felissimo, melted pot, sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than cops that 2pac shot
I was a by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard iron wheels screechin'
When it came to a halt walked off got caught
Token man behind a locked door for sure
Minor thief shit, minor league shit,
Lookin' for the juks young, but now we chiefin'
In my truck, play the adventures of slick rick
on how his imagination was so sick
It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker yellow teeth
Alcohol agin' my niggas faster felonies
How I? must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, and sublease
I'm here

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