Luyện nghe bài hát Trillmatic

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

[Verse 1: Nast]
I some time alone
Cold, my rhymes will turn your to stone
That's the work of satin niggas be hating but I'm a pot of
This ain't just me rapping it's real and something you gots to
Catch a nigga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go
Whoa, baby I'm crazy, the 90's raised 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 shit at?
I'm all alone, that's my hope
And be damned if I'mma that with some phony homes, on the real
It be the that say, "We got this, that you ain't alone"
As long as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and it
He mad you got but on the low you should've watched him
Cats conniving, first into the livest object
"That was man, now you 'bout to die quick"
Over some fly shit, you feel of your fast-life ventures
And winters, blinded 'til the flashlight

[Hook: A$AP
I got a style with a funky swag (x2)
I bought the Nikes got the hat to match (x2)
I got a funky-funky style with a funky (x2)
And I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no coming back (x2)

2: Method Man]
I got a man's panache, I be stretching the cash
I'm a little aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
For the line, manic depressive, stressing me bad
Got too many than impressive rappers left in my path
Better yet, we leave 'em left in the past
Someone slides, this I ride, you get left in the back
Who am I? I'm a titan so be a clash
Start to waving arms at you, think I'm catching a cab
No questions 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 never learn their so I ain't letting 'em pass
I letting 'em brag, I ain't letting 'em swag
Fuck swag, just being blunt, I'm plucking my ash
Y'all up in my class in the building
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP

A$AP Nast]

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

A$AP Nast]