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 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 it's and something you gots to know
Catch a mark 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 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 only
And be damned if chase that with some phony homes, on the real
It be the ones 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 first into the object
"That was man, now you 'bout to die quick"
some fly shit, you feel reminded of your fast-life ventures
And winters, blinded 'til the flashlight

A$AP Nast]
I got a funky-funky with 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 with the flow, ain't no coming (x2)

2: Method Man]
I got a poor man's panache, I be stretching the
I'm a little aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
For the line, depressive, rappers stressing me bad
Got too many than impressive rappers left in my path
Better yet, we leave 'em left in the past
Someone slides, this I ride, you get left in the back
Who am I? I'm a titan so be expecting a
Start to waving at you, you'd think I'm catching a cab
No questions cause the [?] ass
Look at Meth, bad like he cooking meth in the lab
Still a lethal but try and bless him with math
Rappers never their lesson so I ain't letting 'em pass
I ain't letting 'em brag, I letting '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, to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death

[Hook: A$AP

[Verse 3: A$AP
Straight out the back, dog, I'm 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 from Saudi
High off the Maui, trip your 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 atomic bombs, yo
Haters like side hoes, I off in the illest Tahoe
Watch out for potholes, H leaning, why he drive slow
Nast Diablo, the 90's era shit in
Clowns be watching, best protect ya

[Hook: Nast]