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 turn mind to stone
the work of satin niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold
This ain't me rapping it's real and something you gots to know
Catch a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, bastard's 'bout to go
Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's me
I'm just as smart, smarter than half the cats who play me
Brazy, miss daisy, hit on my strap
In my zone, mind on my money where that shit at?
I'm all alone, that's my hope
And be damned if I'mma chase with 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 but on the low you should've watched him
Cats conniving, head into the livest object
"That was your man, now you to die quick"
Over some fly shit, you feel reminded of your fast-life
And winters, blinded the flashlight enters

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

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

[Hook: A$AP

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

[Hook: Nast]