Luyện nghe bài hát Trillmatic

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

1: A$AP Nast]
I need time alone
Cold, my rhymes will your mind to stone
That's the work of niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold
This just me rapping it's real and something you gots to know
Catch a mark hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go
Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the raised me
I'm as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who play me
Brazy, miss daisy, hit on my strap
In my zone, mind on my money like that shit at?
I'm all alone, that's my hope
And be damned if chase that with some phony homes, on the real
It be the ones say, "We got this, that you ain't alone"
As as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got but on the low you should've watched him
Cats conniving, head first into the object
"That was man, now you 'bout to die quick"
some fly shit, you feel reminded of your fast-life ventures
And winters, blinded the flashlight enters

A$AP Nast]
I got a funky-funky style with a swag (x2)
I the funky-funky Nikes got the hat to match (x2)
I got a funky-funky with a funky swag (x2)
And when I kill 'em the flow, ain't no coming back (x2)

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

A$AP Nast]

[Verse 3: A$AP
Straight out the back, dog, I'm strong, I'm breaking backboards
in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body
I play the back of clubs, a file, young as a [?]
Fools get rowdy, ain't dumb, my guns from Saudi
High off the Maui, trip your weed, rolling a [?]
You know the [?], I'm honcho
I sport the poncho, connect Vassandro, the y'all know
Killing 'em pronto, my fresh is filthy, designer
But check my though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest
Watch out for potholes, H leaning, that's why he drive
Nast Diablo, the 90's era shit in
Clowns be watching, protect ya necks

A$AP Nast]