Luyện nghe bài hát How Ya Livin'?

Nas: One}

Back to back Benzes, wit the gremlins
style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is
Life now, let me find out, you want the style of mine
no pal of
Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all
While we parle wit the mommy of 25th street
Watch how in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6 V wit the 12 to it
You wanna stick me, put ya best to it
I die black, we see you in Kingdom you try that
Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 that
Cash rules, on my arm I jewels, and tatoos
You can look, but don't touch we bad

AZ: {Verse
Me, elgancy, treasury
Wit the hopes to be rich the bury me
a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
My ashes, only macks I interact wit
We all Dons, strong arm, all on
But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who me wrong
Select features, sit back the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him
He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that me out
Never call me out, bitches and money, what we all about
Through all the routes here, beach houses wit the chandaliere
Me & my crew, mad of beer
It's copin', live vibe, eyes open, it's clear
Presidential at the Tangiere

How you on your block?

AZ:
is hot, how you livin' on your block?

I got it locked, what's down on your side, who got shot?

AZ:
shit dun

Yeah, alright I'll you up top

AZ:
Yo it's hard to shake this that I might get knocked

Dun you know it stop, we can't close up shop

AZ: {Verse
VVSin', nuttin' than how we steppin'
Coupes kidded, wear the sleazy dress &
See me flexin' the hood, d's be stressin'
Illegal search, tryin' to find weapons for gun
Never want for questions, every move made is
Black professors, let's it back to the essence
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, servin'
Convince the urban, project, ghetto emergin'
Half Hispanic, tips, massive damage
The was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
chipped up, live by don't get it mixed up
Dis what?, strut, wit the Crist cup
Switched up, slow goin', showin'
Doe flowin', don't lie, hoes knowin'
Main attraction, lace love in the fashion
Trained in mackin' never, Gators clashin'
Assorted wear, AZ, extrordinaire
Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all year

Nas: Four}
Nowhere to go here, but the top of this sphere
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this
Wit the black by my hip bone, fuck a holster
See me at the Copa, platinum
The wit me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
one out of two dimes to twist me
New nines is crispy, on chips, rhyme on shit
that's strictly made for cats whose
me, is that your bitch in my 6
turnin' up the when she hear my hits
On her mad flicks, now you want me blasted
But don't get it confused over this rap
laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster perpetual wit the day & date
Y'all playa hate
To fly for female singers who get lifts
& titties
We rule the world & take
I dreamed of son
Happy we made it the jakes, fakes
and of the slum (Wor)

AZ (Nas):
(Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, niggas know the game change
(un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the game
a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name)
We did it again son, they can't fuck around (No doubt, un)

AZ (Nas) {Overlapping each
You know the game don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope
(Firm Biz, Biz...un...Total Package)
Niggas know that the game stop
from the Coke to the Dope game
a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
That the game don't stop, the Coke game
to the Dope game, the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
Niggas know that the don't stop (Firm Biz)
from the Coke game to the Dope

AZ:
Niggas know the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game stop
Niggas know that the don't stop
from the Coke game, to the Dope game, a no name