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 from the of Ezekiel
To pop bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad I slut, it's a high number
Name a nigga under the same sky I'm under
Who gets money, fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it's when Nas pops up
get starstruck, panties start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, cigars
Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, weapons I brought
The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm
'em, convince 'em all to praise me
They is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my in HD

Silent rage, in my vintage shades
I'm not in the of my life or the beginning stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Evans
My little Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never land like Jackson's crib
on, .45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk trash about the kid
Past now, I'm gross and repulsive, talk money
Is you jokin', everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my
On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got all you
But offend, I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could me
Too to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me somethin' Tommy from Queens had before the '90s
dealer call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we give a fuck who you are
Black card like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty see them them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it back havin' fun
I even begun to black, light another blunt in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

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

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