Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

Yo, yo, I live it and I it
My religion is
Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep
My are realistic, nothin' is figurative
I can wish it into existence, god this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and 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 them lifetime, they tell they hoes, "Nas did this"
Pointin' to scars like, "right here, baby, really Nas did this"
Like a of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest
War stories we them, nothin's realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, whiskey
Rap dempsey, matte black bentley, pimply
Shatterin' your silence, 'round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the dispensary
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle
Fuck your ice, I rubies, amethyst
fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto

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

At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in housin'
Integrity intact, reppin'
askin' how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin', "Nas have naked pictures of god or somethin'"
To winnin' is my way like Francis
As long as I'm breathin', I'll take
A comin' home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin' there's no 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 from the heart
I know you think my life is good cause my diamond
But my life been good I started finding peace
I shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and
I been rich longer than I been broke, I
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then it back
trump bein' up down up, play with cash

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

At night, New York, eat a too hot
Use my to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felissimo, pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin' drunker than those cops that shot
I was a crook by the train with that thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard them iron screechin'
When it came to a halt whoever off got caught
Token man safe behind a door for sure
Minor thief shit, minor shit, beastin'
Lookin' for the young, but now we older chiefin'
In my truck, play the greatest adventures of rick
on how his imagination was so sick
It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through teeth
agin' my niggas faster than felonies
How I? must be, somethin' in the air that corrupts me
at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I'm y'all

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