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 turn mind to stone
That's the work of satin niggas be hating but I'm a pot of
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, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the raised me
I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who me
Brazy, miss 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 I'mma chase that with some phony homes, on the
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 rich but on the low you should've him
Cats conniving, head 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 the flashlight enters

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

2: Method Man]
I got a poor man's panache, I be the cash
I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher I'm mad
For the line, depressive, rappers stressing me bad
Got too many than impressive rappers left in my path
Better yet, we gon' leave 'em 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 weapon but try and bless him math
Rappers never their lesson so I ain't letting 'em pass
I ain't letting 'em brag, I ain't letting 'em
Fuck swag, just being blunt, while I'm my ash
ain't up in my class in the building
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP

A$AP Nast]

[Verse 3: Nast]
Straight out the back, dog, I'm strong, I'm breaking backboards
Draped in Tommy, my beside me, young god body
I play the of clubs, click a file, young as a [?]
Fools get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns Saudi
High off the Maui, don't your weed, rolling a [?]
You know the [?], I'm honcho
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 side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe
out for potholes, H leaning, that's why he drive slow
Nast Diablo, the era shit in effect
Clowns be watching, best protect ya

[Hook: A$AP