Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his
leader, no equal
I from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get
Count how bad honeys 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 when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice
I ride Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, weapons I brought
The crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
'em, convince 'em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I 'em
me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my in HD

rage, pristine in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the legend
Blastin', I'm after the who played Faith Evans
My little Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never land like Jackson's crib
Vest on, .45 still ya rib sacrilege
Talk trash the nasty kid
Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive, 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 offend, I'm skinny, but still 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' Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s
Drug call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we don't a fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet, in my denims
Pretty women see them them saggin', bet a hundred
Niggas'll run it back just fun
I ain't even begun to black, light blunt in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

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

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