Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

Yo, yo, I it and I speak it
My is reefer
Big to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My are realistic, nothin' is figurative
I can wish it into existence, god want this to live
big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on
They wear them lifetime, tell they hoes, "Nas did this"
to they scars like, "right here, baby, really Nas did this"
Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just
War stories we tell them, nothin's than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, whiskey
Rap jack dempsey, matte bentley, pimply
your silence, passin' 'round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed
kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I'll fuck your cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, glamorous

Yo, we talkin' 'bout niggas?
What we 'bout niggas?
is Nas, what, Nas
What, nasty, what, recollect,

At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public
intact, reppin' hard
They askin' how he disappear and reappear on top
Sayin', "Nas must have pictures of god or somethin'"
To keep winnin' is my way like
As long as I'm breathin', take chances
A soldier comin' home, years old with no legs
there's no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head
So much to write and say, yo I don't know to start
So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the
I know you think my life is good cause my diamond
But my life been good since I started finding
I shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and
I been rich longer I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it
Like trump bein' up down up, play cash

My nigga's a locomotive
Nas, we it, mush 'em
Queensbridge to
Harlem, bronx, all
You ain't supposed to be here
You know you at?

At night, New York, eat a too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the of my mouth
Shit was felissimo, melted pot, sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that 2pac
I was a crook by the train with iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels
When it came to a halt whoever off got caught
Token man behind a locked door for sure
Minor thief shit, minor shit, beastin'
Lookin' for the juks young, but now we older
In my truck, play the adventures of slick rick
Buggin' on how his was so sick
ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alcohol agin' my niggas faster felonies
How dare I? must be, somethin' in the air that me
Look at my upkeep, and sublease
I'm here

This for my trapped in the 90's
For my trapped in the 90's
Ha, for niggas