Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no
I come from the Wheel of
To pop bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any to what I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a number
Name a under the same sky that I'm under
Who money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas up
Stars get starstruck, start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo
Drop Rolls, hoes clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, 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
'em, convince 'em all to praise me
They is confusion, I lose 'em
me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Evans
My little Jackie Onassis,
I'm so high, I never land Mike Jackson's crib
Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib
Talk about the nasty kid
Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive, 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 still I'm too big for a
You are your car, what could 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 give a fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet, in my denims
Pretty see them them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it back havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black, light another blunt in

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully
Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit
I never see the whips be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means 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 roll a mean
For my Gs, these clowns make room for the king, nigga