[ti:Nasty]
[ar:Nas]
[al:Life Is Good (Deluxe Version)]
[by:听雨]
[00:00.00]Nasty
[00:02.92]
[00:13.55]Word
[00:14.84]Got some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars
[00:16.86]Check it out
[00:17.56]
[00:17.79]Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit’ diesel in his needle
[00:21.39]Queensbridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
[00:24.55]To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people
[00:27.96]Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
[00:30.35]Count how many bad honeys I slut, it’s a high number
[00:32.87]Name a nigga under the same sky that I’m under
[00:34.65]Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
[00:36.86]Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up
[00:39.19]Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin’
[00:40.93]The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
[00:44.34]Drop moves, drop clothes
[00:46.23]Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size
[00:48.54]I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
[00:50.82]It ain’t my fault, semiautomatic weapons
[00:52.92]I brought the world “Crazy,” I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy
[00:55.52]Dick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
[00:58.16]They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em
[01:00.04]Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
[01:02.03]Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD
[01:04.32]
[01:09.29]Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
[01:11.38]I’m not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon
[01:14.05]Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend
[01:16.18]Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans
[01:18.54]My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
[01:20.30]I’m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib
[01:22.47]Best on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilege
[01:24.80]When lids talk trash about the nasty kid
[01:27.28]Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive
[01:29.48]Talk money, is you jokin’? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
[01:32.17]In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
[01:34.16]On the floors, ceiling, the safe, bitch
[01:36.39]I got all you envy, but don’t offend
[01:37.89]I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley
[01:39.40]You are your car, what could represent?
[01:41.19]Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
[01:43.09]Must design me somethin’ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s
[01:46.22]Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
[01:48.27]Move, niggas, we don’t give a fuck who you are
[01:50.41]Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
[01:53.01]Pretty women see them them saggin’
[01:54.73]Bet a hundred stacks, niggas’ll run it back
[01:57.04]Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black
[01:59.24]Light another blunt in fact
[02:00.81]
[02:08.59](Nasty)
[02:10.72]Nasty kid
[02:12.83](Nasty)
[02:13.94]Yeah
[02:14.74](Nasty)
[02:15.76]The kid!
[02:16.57](Nasty)
[02:17.65]Nasty kid
[02:21.17]lyrics by rain
[02:23.21]For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
[02:25.55]Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin’, sayin’ “It was Nas I used to hustle wit’”
[02:28.98]I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his
[02:32.10]Since I’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’
[02:34.46]And joining the niggas passin’ you niggas was straight assin’
[02:36.56]Excuse the vulgarity, I’m still not fully adjusted
[02:39.03]Or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly
[02:41.28]I never see the whips niggas be claimin’ they drivin’
[02:43.62]I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
[02:45.53]Fake it ’til you make it, I’ve driven those toys
[02:48.19]Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors
[02:50.56]For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
[02:53.25]I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
[02:56.49]For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga
[02:59.65]歌词编辑:听雨
[03:00.79]**：850454409
[ar:Nas]
[al:Life Is Good (Deluxe Version)]
[by:听雨]
[00:00.00]Nasty
[00:02.92]
[00:13.55]Word
[00:14.84]Got some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars
[00:16.86]Check it out
[00:17.56]
[00:17.79]Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit’ diesel in his needle
[00:21.39]Queensbridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
[00:24.55]To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people
[00:27.96]Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
[00:30.35]Count how many bad honeys I slut, it’s a high number
[00:32.87]Name a nigga under the same sky that I’m under
[00:34.65]Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
[00:36.86]Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up
[00:39.19]Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin’
[00:40.93]The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
[00:44.34]Drop moves, drop clothes
[00:46.23]Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size
[00:48.54]I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
[00:50.82]It ain’t my fault, semiautomatic weapons
[00:52.92]I brought the world “Crazy,” I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy
[00:55.52]Dick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
[00:58.16]They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em
[01:00.04]Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
[01:02.03]Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD
[01:04.32]
[01:09.29]Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
[01:11.38]I’m not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon
[01:14.05]Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend
[01:16.18]Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans
[01:18.54]My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
[01:20.30]I’m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib
[01:22.47]Best on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilege
[01:24.80]When lids talk trash about the nasty kid
[01:27.28]Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive
[01:29.48]Talk money, is you jokin’? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
[01:32.17]In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
[01:34.16]On the floors, ceiling, the safe, bitch
[01:36.39]I got all you envy, but don’t offend
[01:37.89]I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley
[01:39.40]You are your car, what could represent?
[01:41.19]Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
[01:43.09]Must design me somethin’ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s
[01:46.22]Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
[01:48.27]Move, niggas, we don’t give a fuck who you are
[01:50.41]Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
[01:53.01]Pretty women see them them saggin’
[01:54.73]Bet a hundred stacks, niggas’ll run it back
[01:57.04]Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black
[01:59.24]Light another blunt in fact
[02:00.81]
[02:08.59](Nasty)
[02:10.72]Nasty kid
[02:12.83](Nasty)
[02:13.94]Yeah
[02:14.74](Nasty)
[02:15.76]The kid!
[02:16.57](Nasty)
[02:17.65]Nasty kid
[02:21.17]lyrics by rain
[02:23.21]For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
[02:25.55]Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin’, sayin’ “It was Nas I used to hustle wit’”
[02:28.98]I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his
[02:32.10]Since I’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’
[02:34.46]And joining the niggas passin’ you niggas was straight assin’
[02:36.56]Excuse the vulgarity, I’m still not fully adjusted
[02:39.03]Or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly
[02:41.28]I never see the whips niggas be claimin’ they drivin’
[02:43.62]I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
[02:45.53]Fake it ’til you make it, I’ve driven those toys
[02:48.19]Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors
[02:50.56]For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
[02:53.25]I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
[02:56.49]For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga
[02:59.65]歌词编辑:听雨
[03:00.79]**：850454409