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 sleep
My visions are realistic, is figurative
I can wish it existence, god want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for
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 like, "right here, baby, really 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 black bentley,
Shatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed
kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I'll your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto

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

At seventeen I seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'
Integrity intact, hard
They how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin', "Nas have naked pictures of god or somethin'"
To keep winnin' is my way like
As long as I'm breathin', take chances
A soldier comin' home, years old with no legs
there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head
So much to write and say, yo I know where to start
So I'll begin the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good cause my piece
But my life been good since I started 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 then made it
Like trump bein' up down up, play with

My like a locomotive
Nas, we push it, 'em
to bushwick
Harlem, bronx, all
You ain't even supposed to be
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, pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing,
Reachin', soon as I heard them iron screechin'
When it came to a halt whoever off got caught
Token man safe behind a locked door for
Minor thief shit, league shit, beastin'
Lookin' for the juks young, but now we chiefin'
In my truck, the greatest adventures of slick rick
Buggin' on how his imagination was so
It's beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alcohol agin' my faster than felonies
How I? must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, and sublease
I'm y'all

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