Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

Yeah,
Got some Remy Martin and some cigars, check it out

Ayo, night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no
I from 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 high
Name a nigga the same sky that I'm under
Who gets money, fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it's love Nas pops up
get starstruck, panties start drippin'
The of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
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 rich and I'm
'em, convince 'em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I 'em
me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, pristine in my shades
I'm not in the winters of my or the beginning stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great
Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith
My little Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never like Mike Jackson's crib
on, .45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk trash about the kid
Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive, talk
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 still I'm too big for a
You are your car, what represent me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you
Must design me somethin' Tommy from Queens had before the '90s
Drug dealer call, to the bar
Move, niggas, we don't give a who you are
Black card heavy a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
run it back just havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black, light another in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

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

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