Luyện nghe bài hát Nasty

Yeah,
Got some Remy Martin and some cigars, check it out

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his
leader, no equal
I come the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the
Any rebuttal to what I utter get
Count how bad honeys I slut, it's a high number
a nigga under the same sky that I'm under
Who money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas up
Stars get starstruck, start drippin'
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo
Drop Rolls, hoes clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, women size
I ride like Porsches, thick, and gorgeous
It ain't my fault, semiautomatic I brought
The crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
'em, convince 'em all to praise me
They is confusion, I lose 'em
Fellates me, who me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Key, my jewelry in HD

rage, pristine 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 Evans
My little Onassis, dig?
I'm so high, I never land like Mike crib
on, .45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk trash about the kid
Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive, talk
Is you jokin', everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
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 still I'm too big for a
You are your car, what could me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you
Must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the
dealer call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we don't give a who you are
card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them saggin', bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it back havin' fun
I ain't begun to black, light another blunt in fact

(Nasty) Yeah, kid

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

the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans me spit rapidly
I see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those
in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors
For my deen niggas, your cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no rap CD listener

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