Luyện nghe bài hát Trillmatic

Yo, yo-yo, yo
90's era Nasty,
Yo, Ty Beats!

1: A$AP Nast]
I need some alone
Cold, my rhymes will your mind to stone
That's the of satin niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold
This ain't just me it's real and something you gots to know
Catch a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, bastard's 'bout to go
Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's me
I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the who play me
Brazy, dropping miss daisy, hit on my
In my zone, mind on my money like where that at?
I'm all alone, that's my hope
And be damned if I'mma chase that with some homes, on the real
It be the ones that say, "We got this, you ain't alone"
As as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich but on the low you watched him
Cats conniving, head first into the livest
"That was man, now you 'bout to die quick"
Over some fly shit, you feel reminded of your ventures
And winters, blinded 'til the enters

[Hook: Nast]
I got a funky-funky style a funky swag (x2)
I the funky-funky Nikes got the hat to match (x2)
I got a funky-funky style a funky swag (x2)
And when I kill 'em the flow, ain't no coming back (x2)

[Verse 2: Man]
I got a poor panache, I be stretching the cash
I'm a passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
For the line, manic depressive, rappers me bad
Got too many than impressive rappers left in my path
Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the
Someone slides, this I ride, you get left in the back
Who am I? I'm a so be expecting a clash
Start to waving arms at you, you'd I'm catching a cab
No cause the answers [?] ass
Look at Meth, breaking bad like he cooking in the lab
Still a lethal weapon but try and him with math
Rappers learn their lesson so I ain't letting 'em pass
I ain't letting 'em brag, I ain't 'em swag
swag, just being blunt, while I'm plucking my ash
Y'all ain't up in my class in the
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, an ASAP death

[Hook: A$AP

[Verse 3: A$AP
Straight out the back, dog, I'm strong, I'm breaking backboards
Draped in Tommy, my bitch me, young god body
I play the of clubs, click a file, young as a [?]
get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns from Saudi
High off the Maui, don't trip weed, rolling a [?]
You know the [?], I'm head
I sport the poncho, connect Vassandro, the illest y'all
'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer
But check my though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
Haters like hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe
out for potholes, H leaning, that's why he drive slow
Nast Diablo, the 90's era in effect
Clowns be watching, protect ya necks

A$AP Nast]