Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend diesel in his needle
leader, no equal
I from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any to what I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a 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
Stars get starstruck, panties start
The of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, nice size
I like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, weapons I brought
The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm
Dick 'em, convince 'em all to me
They ideology is confusion, I '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 winters of my life or the 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 like Mike Jackson's crib
Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib
Talk about the nasty 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 car, what could represent me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you
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
Black heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty see them them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it just havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black, light blunt in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

For the hustlers, as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison
Saying it was Nas I to hustle with
I display fashions while my engage hashish, guns on my waist 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 not fully adjusted
Or used to the new hearin' me spit rapidly
I see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you it, I've driven those toys
in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors
For my deen niggas, your cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD

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