Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, with diesel in his needle
leader, no equal
I come the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get
Count how many bad I slut, it's a high number
a nigga under the same sky that I'm under
Who gets money, fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas up
Stars get starstruck, panties start
The ways of Carlito, blaze, cigars
Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, women size
I like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, weapons I brought
The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm
Dick 'em, 'em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my in HD

Silent rage, in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the legend
Blastin', I'm the actress who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis,
I'm so high, I never land like Mike crib
Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib
Talk trash the nasty kid
Past now, I'm gross and repulsive, talk 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 car, what could represent me
Too to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me 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 like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
run it back just havin' fun
I ain't begun to black, light another blunt in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

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 means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those
Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in
For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine
I'm no rap CD listener

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