Luyện nghe bài hát Trillmatic

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

1: A$AP Nast]
I need some time
Cold, my rhymes turn your mind to stone
That's the work of niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold
This ain't just me rapping real and something you gots to know
Catch a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, that 'bout to go
Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's me
I'm just as smart, probably smarter than the cats 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 with some homes, on the real
It be the ones that say, "We got this, 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, first into the livest object
"That was man, now you 'bout to die quick"
Over some fly shit, you feel of your fast-life ventures
And winters, blinded 'til the flashlight

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

[Verse 2: Method
I got a poor man's panache, I be the cash
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 than impressive rappers left in my
Better yet, we gon' '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 cause the [?] ass
Look at Meth, breaking bad like he meth in the lab
Still a weapon but try and bless him with math
Rappers never learn 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 in the building
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, an ASAP death

[Hook: Nast]

[Verse 3: Nast]
Straight out the back, dog, I'm strong, I'm breaking backboards
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 know the [?], I'm head
I sport the poncho, Vassandro, the illest y'all know
Killing 'em pronto, my fresh is filthy, designer
But check my rhymes though, my verse is atomic bombs, yo
Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest
out for potholes, H leaning, that's why he drive slow
Nast Diablo, the 90's era in effect
Clowns be watching, best ya necks

A$AP Nast]