Luyện nghe bài hát To My

It don't
Can't
Say
Play your

Uh, huh, it stop
Nas
Say Huh, uh, huh
Uh, huh, it don't

Uh, uh, huh, uh, uh, uh
It don't stop,
Yeah, yeah, Brave
what, y'all? Check it

I, y'all dudes with gats I use
Ice dangle off my chest 'cause my cash
Nice knuckle game, chip toothed, way of buck and
I the dough, fuck the fame

Already made history, can have that, that ain't shit to me
to have my own ASCAP and that's that
And plus a rotisserie instead of Rogers
And Benihana's, can eat, plenty at Nas'

Buffet of lobsters, dressed in boxers
With honies that sex so proper, flow since Rakim
Liver, personification of
Describe my characteristics, murder

Some will smoke embalmin' fluid and to it
I'm straight chronic, yo, it's atomic, how I up
Same ol' G, I rocked Kangol's, Lee's
Nothin' changed but my bankroll, jig to the ankles

to my niggaz
To my bitches, to my
To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my

To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my
And fly assholes, to my
To my bitches, and Esco'

Yo, yo, we rippin' tracks, it's beatin' beats with bats
Watchin' crews change the views when the heat in they
If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't clack
If you it up front, I got no choice but to pull it back

Your rhymes faze me, I'm above 'em, half y'all raps is
Born retarded, now you out here to get rid of 'em
You should be of it, I posess no flaws
That's from the man that made your head nod 'til you his balls

Verses, I spit 'em, when it's my turn to get 'em, I got hot
I do shows for burn victims
So cock mic and bust out your back, kill you
And then they gonna me for fuckin' up rap

Who's fuckin with that? and Esco', it's on
you speak in my direction watch your tone
From QB to VA, can't count the we own
It's locked and sewn, I repeat nigga, watch your

Please to my
To my bitches, to my
To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my

To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my
And fly assholes, to my
To my bitches, Timbaland and

Yo, see
The big man with the and the fly Bentleys
love me, niggaz say
Timbaland's really rappin', what the is up, B?

I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin'
I'm a eight niggy
Maybe, I just Titanic and send that out to see, what?

Please to my
To my bitches, to my
To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my

To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my
And fly assholes, to my
To my bitches, and Esco'