Luyện nghe bài hát Loco-Motive

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

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

At I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'
intact, reppin' hard
They 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 as I'm breathin', I'll take chances
A soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no
Sayin' no sense to cry and complain, just go 'head
So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to
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 since I finding peace
I shouldn't be smilin', I should be angry and depressed
I rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then it back
Like bein' up down up, play with cash

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

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

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