Luyện nghe bài hát How Ya Livin'?

Nas: One}

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

AZ: Two}
Me, elgancy, treasury
Wit the hopes to be before 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 crossed me
Select features, sit back the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds wore me out
Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all
Through all the routes here, beach houses wit the chandaliere
Me & my crew, mad of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still open, it's clear
Presidential at the Tangiere

How you on your block?

AZ:
Mines is hot, how you livin' on your

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

AZ:
Same dun

Yeah, alright I'll you up top

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

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

AZ: Three}
VVSin', nuttin' than how we steppin'
Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy &
See me flexin' through the hood, d's be
Illegal search, tryin' to find for gun possession
Never want for questions, move made is destined
Black professors, let's it back to the essence
version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin'
Convince the urban, project, prince emergin'
Half Hispanic, tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, the cannon
chipped up, by morals don't get it mixed up
Dis what?, strut, wit the Crist cup
Switched up, slow goin', gold
Doe flowin', eyes lie, hoes knowin'
Main attraction, lace love in the fashion
Trained in mackin' never, rockin' clashin'
wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire
Make it more severe, shit down all this year

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

AZ (Nas):
(Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, know the game don't change
(un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope
from a slow (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 stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game
(Firm Biz, Biz...un...Total Package)
know that the game don't stop
from the Coke game to the game
fuck a no (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
That the don't stop, from the Coke game
to the game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
Niggas know that the game don't (Firm Biz)
from the Coke game to the game

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