Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

Yeah,
Got some Remy and some good-ass cigars, check it out

Ayo, night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
leader, no equal
I come from the Wheel of
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the
Any rebuttal to I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a number
Name a nigga the same sky that I'm under
Who money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
flutter, it's love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop
the XIII, freaks, women nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and
It ain't my fault, semiautomatic I brought
The crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em, convince 'em all to me
They is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who me? My gun off safety
the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, Biggie, the great legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith
My Jackie Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I land like Mike Jackson's crib
Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib
Talk trash the nasty kid
nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive, talk money
Is you jokin', cash everywhere, in my bank, in the
In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my
On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got all you
But don't offend, I'm skinny, but I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could me
Too to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the
Drug call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we give a fuck who you are
Black card heavy a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty see them them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it back havin' fun
I ain't begun to black, light another blunt in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

For the hustlers, thick as yellow for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison
Saying it was Nas I to hustle with
I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish, on my waist past his
Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe,
And joining the blunt passin' you was straight assin'

Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully
Or used to the new fans me spit rapidly
I never see the niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those
in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors
For my deen niggas, flow cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD

Sit back and roll a swisher
For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king,