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 turn your mind to stone
That's the 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 nigga 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 half the cats who play me
Brazy, dropping miss daisy, hit on my
In my zone, mind on my money like that shit at?
I'm all alone, that's my only
And be damned if I'mma chase with some phony homes, on the real
It be the ones that say, "We got this, you ain't alone"
As long as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and it
He mad you got but on the low you should've watched him
Cats conniving, first into the livest object
"That was your man, now you to die quick"
Over some fly shit, you feel of your fast-life ventures
And winters, blinded 'til the enters

[Hook: Nast]
I got a funky-funky style with a funky (x2)
I the funky-funky 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 man's panache, I be stretching the cash
I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher I'm mad
For the line, manic depressive, stressing me bad
Got too many than impressive 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 so be expecting a clash
to waving arms at you, you'd think I'm catching a cab
No questions the answers [?] ass
Look at Meth, breaking bad like he cooking in the lab
a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math
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 being blunt, I'm plucking my ash
ain't up in my class in the building
It's A$AP Meth, quick to 'em, that's an ASAP death

[Hook: Nast]

[Verse 3: Nast]
out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking backboards
Draped in Tommy, my beside me, young god body
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 know the [?], I'm head
I the poncho, connect Vassandro, the illest y'all know
Killing 'em pronto, my funky is filthy, designer
But check my though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the 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