Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

Cup'a hen', goose, cup'a Cris'
White chain, colored watch on a
Switch lanes in whips, ambiance
dressed, guess who? Nas, it's obvious
Step to bars, we just dark liquors
Clear liquors, y'all are SEX
Yes, we get respectic, messages
Left our brains, into a female's estrogen
She feels electric, her breasts she's them
Wet the legs from this thug seduction

NAS, they ass, over-spank it
Whisperin' she loves intelligent
Call fatties, bubbles, call skull
Before I get either I some Red Bull
scream as I pushed in her freezing cold pool
When she she gon' bleed in the whole stool
how much I wanna bang and touch her pretty thing
Won't pluck no chicken wing, fuck with just anything
Gotta come up, run up and get up
Suicide, if you confront us

Don't talk, hold your breath
Been here a while, there's only one nigga
And all'a know my style
I spend dough but I let it pile
Mama ya thing
Coochie get wet while the beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
Everybody talkin' 'bout the new Nas

Uh, a boy to a King
Love the rock diamonds and fancy
I'm a thoroughbred, real heavy
I'm fuckin' tonight that's on everything
Fellas who bodies with me
Kidnappers and kids, they all poli' with me
Pop bottles with me, button-up and throwbacks
Old cats only when I'm in the city
And the dance floor disgustin'
your waistline to the basic percussion
I'm that, cool laid-back don who say nuttin'
And laugh a nigga start frontin'

And all'a y'all my style
I dough but I still let it pile
Mama ya thing
Coochie get wet the bass beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
talkin' 'bout the new Nas song
Bass bang
beat bang
Everybody talkin' the new Nas song

Rock Tims, rock Chucks, Bapes
Her eyes, pretty lips, fly face
you said you would spread for me in an instant
See me with the next chick, now you act
Power of the shift, now I embarrass her
Play position, you way outta character
Do the knowledge, graduated hood with honors
Pay homage to Nas, and Converse
On the shades in the nighttime regardless
The army's so you can't harm us

And all'a y'all know my
I dough but I still let it pile
Mama ya thing
Coochie get wet while the beat bang
You put it on and on and on and on
talkin' 'bout the new Nas song