Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
leader, no equal
I from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and the people
Any rebuttal to what I get box-cuttered
Count how many bad I slut, it's a high number
a nigga under the same sky that I'm under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I
Eyes flutter, it's love Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo
Drop Rolls, hoes drop
Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice
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, convince 'em all to me
They is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off
the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, pristine in my vintage
I'm not in the of my life or the beginning stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great
Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith
My Jackie Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never land Mike Jackson's crib
on, .45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk about the nasty 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 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
run it back just havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black, another blunt in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully
Or used to the new hearin' me spit rapidly
I see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those
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