Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

Yeah,
Got some Remy Martin and some good-ass cigars, it out

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with in his needle
leader, no equal
I come the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the
Any rebuttal to what I utter get
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a number
Name a nigga under the sky that I'm under
Who gets money, fly, yeah, I wonder
flutter, it's love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo
Drop Rolls, hoes drop
Louis the XIII, freaks, women size
I like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, semiautomatic weapons I
The world crazy, I'm and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em, 'em all to praise me
ideology is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my in HD

Silent rage, pristine in my shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress who Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis,
I'm so high, I land like Mike Jackson's crib
Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib
Talk trash about the kid
nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive, talk money
Is you jokin', cash everywhere, in my bank, in the
In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my
On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got all you
But don't offend, I'm skinny, but I'm too big for a Bentley
You are car, what could represent me
Too to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s
Drug call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we give a fuck who you are
card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them them saggin', bet a stacks
Niggas'll run it just havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black, light another blunt in

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

For the hustlers, thick as bitches for the suck of it
Got a of niggas in prison braggin'
it was Nas I used to hustle with
I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish, on my waist past his
Since I'm cakin' up, put in my safe, laughin'
And joining the blunt passin' you niggas was assin'

the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans me spit rapidly
I never see the niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means blatantly
Fake it you make it, I've driven those toys
Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in
For my niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD

Sit back and roll a mean
For my Gs, tell these clowns make for the king, nigga