Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

Yeah,
Got some Remy Martin and some cigars, check it out

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend diesel in his needle
leader, no equal
I from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the
Any rebuttal to I utter get box-cuttered
how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number
Name a nigga under the sky that I'm under
Who money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it's love Nas pops up
get starstruck, panties start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop
Louis the XIII, freaks, women size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and
It my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought
The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm
'em, convince 'em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off
Since the and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, pristine in my shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the
Maserati, Biggie, the great legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress who Faith Evans
My little Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never land like Jackson's crib
on, .45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk about the nasty kid
Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive, money
Is you jokin', everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
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 represent me
Too to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s
dealer call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we don't give a who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet, in my denims
Pretty women see them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it back havin' fun
I ain't even 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 braggin'
Saying it was Nas I used to with
I display fashions my lungs engage hashish, guns on my waist past his
Since I'm cakin' up, put in my safe, laughin'
And joining the blunt you niggas 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 means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it, driven those toys
in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors
For my deen niggas, your cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no rap CD listener

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