Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his
Queensbridge leader, no
I come the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and the people
Any rebuttal to what I get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, a high number
Name a nigga under the same sky I'm under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I
Eyes flutter, it's when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop
Louis the XIII, freaks, nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and
It ain't my fault, semiautomatic I brought
The world crazy, I'm and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em, 'em all to praise me
ideology is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off
the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, pristine in my vintage
I'm not in the of my life or the beginning stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great
Blastin', I'm after the actress who Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis,
I'm so high, I never land like Jackson's crib
on, .45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk trash about the 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 offend, I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what represent me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you
Must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from had before the '90s
Drug 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
run it back just 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 in prison braggin'
Saying it was Nas I used to with
I display fashions while my lungs hashish, guns on my waist past his
Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe,
And joining the blunt you niggas was straight assin'

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

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