Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no
I come from the Wheel of
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a 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, women nice
I ride like Porsches, thick, and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, semiautomatic weapons I
The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm
Dick 'em, 'em all to praise me
ideology is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who me? My gun off safety
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 legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress who Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis,
I'm so high, I never land like Jackson's crib
Vest on, .45 crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk about the nasty kid
nasty 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 your car, what could me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you
Must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic 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
Niggas'll run it just havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black, light another 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 fashions 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 niggas was straight

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

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