Luyện nghe bài hát Trillmatic

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

[Verse 1: Nast]
I some time alone
Cold, my rhymes turn your mind to stone
the work of satin 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 I'm crazy, the 90's raised 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 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 ones that say, "We got this, that you 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 watched him
conniving, head first 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 'til the enters

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

2: Method Man]
I got a poor man's panache, I be stretching the
I'm a passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
For the line, depressive, rappers stressing me bad
Got too many less than rappers left in my path
Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the
Someone slides, this time I ride, you get in the back
Who am I? I'm a titan so be expecting a
Start to waving arms at you, 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 with
Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't letting 'em
I ain't letting 'em brag, I ain't 'em swag
Fuck swag, just 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, that's an ASAP

A$AP Nast]

[Verse 3: Nast]
out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking backboards
Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, god body
I play the back of clubs, click a file, 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 honcho
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 like 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 in effect
Clowns be watching, best ya necks

[Hook: Nast]