Luyện nghe bài hát Trillmatic

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

[Verse 1: A$AP
I need some alone
Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to
That's the of satin niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold
This ain't just me rapping it's real and something you to know
a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go
Whoa, baby I'm crazy, the 90's raised me
I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the who play me
Brazy, dropping miss daisy, hit on my
In my zone, mind on my like where 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 that say, "We got this, you ain't alone"
As long as I'm here to out the Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich but on the low you should've him
Cats conniving, head first into the 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 style with a funky 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 kill 'em with the flow, no coming back (x2)

[Verse 2: Method
I got a poor man's panache, I be the cash
I'm a passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
For the line, manic depressive, stressing me bad
Got too many less than impressive rappers in my path
Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the
slides, this 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 cause the [?] ass
Look at Meth, breaking bad like he meth in the lab
Still a lethal weapon but try and him with math
Rappers learn their lesson so I ain't letting 'em pass
I ain't letting 'em brag, I ain't letting 'em
swag, just being blunt, while I'm plucking my ash
Y'all ain't up in my class in the
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an death

[Hook: A$AP

[Verse 3: A$AP
out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking backboards
Draped in Tommy, my bitch me, young god body
I the back of clubs, click a file, young as a [?]
Fools get rowdy, ain't dumb, my guns from Saudi
High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, a [?]
You know the [?], I'm head
I sport the poncho, connect Vassandro, the illest know
'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer
But check my rhymes though, my verse is atomic bombs, yo
Haters like hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe
Watch out for potholes, H leaning, why he drive slow
Diablo, the 90's era shit in effect
Clowns be watching, best ya necks

[Hook: Nast]