Luyện nghe bài hát Trillmatic

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

[Verse 1: A$AP
I need time alone
Cold, my rhymes will turn your to stone
That's the work of satin niggas be but I'm a pot of gold
This ain't just me rapping it's and something you gots to know
Catch a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's to go
Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's me
I'm as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who play me
Brazy, dropping daisy, hit on my strap
In my zone, mind on my like where that shit 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 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 rich but on the low you should've him
Cats conniving, first into the livest object
"That was man, now you 'bout to die quick"
some fly shit, you feel reminded of your fast-life ventures
And winters, 'til the flashlight enters

[Hook: A$AP
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 with a funky swag (x2)
And when I kill 'em with the flow, no coming back (x2)

[Verse 2: Method
I got a man's panache, I be stretching 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 less than impressive rappers left in my path
Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the
Someone slides, time I ride, you get left in the back
Who am I? I'm a titan so be expecting a
to waving arms at you, you'd think I'm catching a cab
No questions the answers [?] ass
Look at Meth, breaking bad he cooking meth in the lab
a lethal weapon 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 ain't 'em swag
Fuck swag, just being blunt, while I'm my ash
Y'all ain't up in my in the building
It's A$AP Meth, quick to 'em, that's an ASAP death

[Hook: Nast]

3: A$AP Nast]
Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking
Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god
I play the back of clubs, click a file, as a [?]
Fools get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns Saudi
off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rolling a [?]
You the [?], I'm head honcho
I sport the poncho, Vassandro, the illest y'all know
Killing 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy,
But my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe
Watch out for potholes, H leaning, that's why he drive
Nast Diablo, the 90's era shit in
Clowns be watching, protect ya necks

[Hook: A$AP