Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

Yo, yo, I live it and I it
My religion is
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 high and who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue
The is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
They wear them lifetime, they tell hoes, "Nas did this"
to they scars like, "right here, baby, really Nas did this"
Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just
War stories we tell them, nothin's realer karma
Sip prohibition liquor, whiskey
Rap dempsey, matte black bentley, pimply
Shatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the
Due to my Indian at the weed dispensary
Official and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rubies, amethyst
I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie,
This for my bad hood bitches, glamorous

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

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

My nigga's like a
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 the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felissimo, melted pot, sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac
I was a crook by the train with iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard them iron screechin'
When it came to a halt whoever off got caught
Token man safe behind a door for sure
thief shit, minor league shit, beastin'
Lookin' for the juks young, but now we chiefin'
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 my niggas faster than 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 trapped in the 90's
Ha, for niggas