Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with in his needle
leader, no equal
I from 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 sky that I'm under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I
Eyes flutter, it's love Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo
Drop Rolls, drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, semiautomatic weapons I
The world crazy, I'm and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em, convince 'em all to me
ideology is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who me? My gun off safety
the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my or the beginning stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, Biggie, the great legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress who Faith Evans
My Jackie Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never land Mike Jackson's crib
on, .45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk about the nasty kid
nasty 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 don't offend, I'm skinny, but I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could me
Too to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s
dealer 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
Niggas'll run it back havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black, light another blunt in

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully
Or to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly
I see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I entertainment means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you it, I've 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 a mean swisher
For my Gs, tell these make room for the king, nigga