Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no
I come the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the
Any rebuttal to what I utter get
how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number
Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm
Who money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it's when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties drippin'
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, semiautomatic weapons I
The crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em, convince 'em all to 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 vintage
I'm not in the winters of my life or the stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, Biggie, the great legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith
My little Jackie Onassis,
I'm so high, I never like Mike Jackson's crib
on, .45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk about the nasty kid
nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive, talk money
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 I'm too big for a Bentley
You are your car, could represent me
Too to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s
Drug dealer call, to the bar
Move, niggas, we give a fuck who you are
Black card like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it back just fun
I ain't even begun to black, light another blunt in

(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 used to hustle
I fashions 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 passin' you was straight assin'

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

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