Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with in his needle
leader, no equal
I come from the Wheel of
To pop bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I 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 gets money, fly, yeah, I wonder
flutter, it's love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start
The ways of Carlito, blaze, cigars
Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and
It my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought
The world crazy, I'm and I'm girl-crazy
'em, convince 'em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off
Since the Tunnel and Key, my jewelry in HD

rage, pristine in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, Biggie, the great legend
Blastin', I'm after the who played Faith Evans
My little Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never like Mike Jackson's crib
Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib
Talk 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, could represent me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you
Must me somethin' 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 heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them them saggin', bet a hundred
run it back just havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black, light another in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison
Saying it was Nas I used to hustle
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 still not fully
Or used to the new fans hearin' me rapidly
I see the whips 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 flow cheap as limousine
I'm no rap CD listener

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