Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, with diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no
I come from the Wheel of
To pop thousand-dollar of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get
how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number
Name a nigga the same sky that I'm under
Who gets money, fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it's when Nas pops up
get starstruck, panties start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, cigars
Drop Rolls, drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice
I like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, semiautomatic I brought
The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm
Dick 'em, convince 'em all to me
They is confusion, I lose 'em
me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my in HD

Silent rage, pristine in my vintage
I'm not in the winters of my life or the stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great
Blastin', I'm after the who played Faith Evans
My little Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I land like Mike Jackson's crib
Vest on, .45 crack ya rib sacrilege
trash about the nasty kid
Past now, I'm gross and repulsive, talk 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 offend, I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you
design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s
Drug dealer call, to the bar
Move, niggas, we don't a fuck who you are
Black card heavy a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it back just fun
I ain't even begun to black, another blunt in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new hearin' me spit rapidly
I see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those
Been in the wars, in the streets, cops in doors
For my deen niggas, flow cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD

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