Luyện nghe bài hát How Ya Livin'?

Nas: {Verse

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

AZ: {Verse
American Me, elgancy,
Wit the hopes to be rich before the me
Born a Baptist, but on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only I interact wit
We all Dons, arm, all on calm
But if war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, to my pops and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, goin' through that wore me out
Never call me out, and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here, houses wit the chandaliere
Me & my crew, mad of beer
It's copin', vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Suites at the Tangiere

How you livin' on block?

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

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

AZ:
Same dun

Yeah, alright meet you up top

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

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

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

Nas: Four}
Nowhere to go here, but the top of this sphere
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we this here
Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, a holster
See me at the Copa, choka
The God's wit me, mad blunt smoke, it's to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to me
New is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
that's strictly made for cats rich
Excuse me, is that your in my 6
turnin' up the when she hear my hits
On her wall mad flicks, now you want me
But don't get it confused over rap shit
laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster perpetual Roly wit the day &
playa hate this
To fly for female who get face lifts
& fake
We rule the world & take
I of this son
Happy we it past the jakes, fakes
and fiends of the (Wor)

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

AZ (Nas) each other}:
You know the game don't stop, from the game to the Dope game
(Firm Biz, Biz...un...Total Package)
Niggas 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 Dope game, the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
know that the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
from the Coke to the Dope game

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