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
leader, no equal
I come the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I get box-cuttered
how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number
Name a nigga the same sky that I'm under
Who gets money, fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start
The of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop
Louis the XIII, freaks, women size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and
It my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought
The crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em, 'em all to praise me
They is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off
the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the
Maserati, Biggie, the great legend
Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith
My little Jackie Onassis,
I'm so high, I land like Mike Jackson's crib
Vest on, .45 crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk trash 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 Godly to be a Bugatti, you
Must design me somethin' Tommy from Queens had before the '90s
dealer 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 hundred
Niggas'll run it back just 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'
Saying it was Nas I to hustle with
I display while my lungs 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 assin'

Excuse the vulgarity, I'm not fully adjusted
Or to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly
I never see the niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means blatantly
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 flow as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD

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