Luyện nghe bài hát Trillmatic

Yo, yo-yo, yo
90's era Nasty,
Yo, Ty Beats!

1: A$AP Nast]
I some time alone
Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to
That's the work of satin be hating but I'm a pot of gold
This just me rapping it's real and something you gots to know
Catch a nigga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go
Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's me
I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the who play me
Brazy, dropping daisy, hit on my strap
In my zone, mind on my money like where that at?
I'm all alone, that's my only
And be damned if I'mma chase that some phony homes, on the real
It be the that say, "We got this, that you ain't alone"
As long as I'm to pull out the Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich but on the low you should've him
Cats conniving, first into the livest object
"That was man, now you 'bout to die quick"
Over some fly shit, you feel reminded of your ventures
And winters, 'til the flashlight enters

[Hook: Nast]
I got a funky-funky style with a swag (x2)
I bought the funky-funky Nikes got the hat to (x2)
I got a funky-funky style a funky swag (x2)
And when I 'em with the flow, ain't no coming back (x2)

[Verse 2: Method
I got a man's panache, I be stretching the cash
I'm a little aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
For the line, manic depressive, stressing me bad
Got too many less than impressive rappers left in my
yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the past
Someone slides, this I ride, you get left in the back
Who am I? I'm a titan so be a clash
Start to waving at you, you'd think I'm catching a cab
No cause the answers [?] ass
Look at Meth, breaking bad like he meth in the lab
Still a lethal but try and bless him with math
Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't letting 'em
I ain't letting 'em brag, I ain't letting 'em
Fuck swag, just being blunt, I'm plucking my ash
ain't up in my class in the building
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, an ASAP death

[Hook: A$AP

3: A$AP Nast]
Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking
Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god
I play the of clubs, click a file, young as a [?]
Fools get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns from
High off the Maui, don't your weed, rolling a [?]
You the [?], I'm head honcho
I sport the poncho, connect Vassandro, the y'all know
Killing 'em pronto, my funky is filthy, designer
But my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the Tahoe
Watch out for potholes, H leaning, that's why he drive
Nast Diablo, the 90's era shit in
Clowns be watching, best protect ya

[Hook: A$AP