Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

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

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no
I come from the Wheel of
To pop bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high
Name a under the same sky that I'm under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I
Eyes flutter, love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, start drippin'
The of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop
Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice
I like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, semiautomatic I brought
The crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em, 'em all to praise me
ideology is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off
the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, pristine in my shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great
Blastin', I'm after the actress who Faith Evans
My Jackie Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I land like Mike Jackson's crib
on, .45 still 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 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 Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s
dealer call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we don't give a who you are
Black heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it just havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black, light another blunt in

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

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' they
I guess means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven toys
in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors
For my niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD

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