Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his
leader, no equal
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 high
Name a nigga the same sky that I'm under
Who money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, love when Nas pops up
get starstruck, panties start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo
Drop Rolls, drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, nice size
I ride Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, semiautomatic I brought
The crazy, I'm rich 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
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, pumpin' Biggie, the great
Blastin', I'm after the actress who Faith Evans
My Jackie Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never land Mike Jackson's crib
Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib
Talk trash about the kid
Past nasty now, I'm 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, could represent me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you
Must design me Tommy Mottonic from Queens 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 stitched
Pretty women see them them saggin', bet a hundred
Niggas'll run it just havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black, light another blunt in

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not adjusted
Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit
I never see the whips niggas be claimin' drivin'
I guess entertainment means lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it, I've those toys
Been in the wars, in the streets, kickin' in doors
For my deen niggas, your flow as limousine liquor
I'm no rap CD listener

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