Luyện nghe bài hát Trillmatic

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

[Verse 1: Nast]
I need time alone
Cold, my rhymes will your mind to stone
That's the work of satin niggas be hating but I'm a pot of
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 I'm crazy, the 90's raised me
I'm just as smart, probably smarter than the cats who play me
Brazy, miss daisy, hit on my strap
In my zone, mind on my money like where shit at?
I'm all alone, my only hope
And be damned if I'mma that with some phony homes, on the real
It be the ones that say, "We got this, you ain't alone"
As long as I'm here to pull out the 9 and cocked it
He mad you got but on the low you should've watched him
Cats conniving, head first into the livest
"That was your man, now you to die quick"
Over some fly shit, you feel reminded of fast-life ventures
And winters, blinded 'til the enters

[Hook: Nast]
I got a funky-funky with a funky swag (x2)
I bought the Nikes got the hat to match (x2)
I got a style with a funky swag (x2)
And when I kill 'em with the flow, 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 stretcher I'm mad
For the line, manic depressive, stressing me bad
Got too many less than impressive rappers in my path
Better yet, we leave 'em left in the past
Someone slides, time I ride, you get left in the back
Who am I? I'm a so be expecting a clash
Start to 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 lethal weapon but try and bless him math
Rappers never learn their lesson so I letting 'em pass
I letting 'em brag, I ain't letting 'em swag
Fuck swag, just being blunt, I'm plucking my ash
ain't up in my class in the building
It's Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death

[Hook: Nast]

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

[Hook: Nast]