Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

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

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

At seventeen I made seventeen livin' in public housin'
Integrity intact, reppin'
They askin' how he disappear and reappear on top
Sayin', "Nas have naked pictures of god or somethin'"
To keep is my way like Francis
As long as I'm breathin', take chances
A soldier comin' home, years old with no legs
Sayin' there's no sense to cry and complain, just go
So much to write and say, yo I don't know 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 been good I started finding peace
I shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and
I been rich longer than I been broke, I
I out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like trump bein' up up, play with cash

My like a locomotive
Nas, we it, mush 'em
to bushwick
Harlem, bronx, all
You even supposed to be here
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 those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels
it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Token man safe a locked door for sure
Minor shit, minor league shit, beastin'
for the juks young, but now we older chiefin'
In my truck, play the adventures of slick 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? must be, somethin' in the air that me
at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I'm here

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