Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

Yo, yo, I it and I speak it
My is reefer
Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep
My are realistic, nothin' is figurative
I can wish it existence, god want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue
The is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
They wear them lifetime, they 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 just
War stories we tell them, nothin's than karma
Sip liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap jack dempsey, black bentley, pimply
Shatterin' your silence, 'round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies,
fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad bitches, ghetto glamorous

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

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

My nigga's a locomotive
Nas, we it, mush '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 tongue to tear the skin from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felissimo, melted pot, sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard iron wheels screechin'
it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Token man safe behind a door for sure
Minor shit, minor league shit, beastin'
for the juks young, but now we older chiefin'
In my truck, play the greatest adventures of slick
on how his imagination was so sick
It's beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alcohol agin' my niggas than felonies
How dare I? be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, and sublease
I'm y'all

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