Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his
leader, no equal
I come from the of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, a high number
Name a nigga under the same sky I'm under
Who money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
flutter, it's love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, start drippin'
The of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, women size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and
It my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought
The world crazy, I'm and I'm girl-crazy
'em, convince 'em all to praise me
They is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my 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, Biggie, the great legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Evans
My little Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never land like Mike Jackson's
Vest on, .45 still ya rib sacrilege
trash about the nasty kid
Past nasty now, I'm 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 don't offend, I'm skinny, but I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car, could represent me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you
Must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from had before the '90s
Drug call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we don't a fuck who you are
Black heavy like 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 to black, light another blunt in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

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

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