Luyện nghe bài hát How Ya Livin'?

Nas: {Verse

Back to back Benzes, wit the wild
style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is
Life now, let me find out, you want the life of mine
no pal of
wit goons wit knife wounds from jail time
Got the squad lookin' tycoon, we all shine
While we wit the flyest mommy of 25th street
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 Allah you try that
Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and
You can look, but don't we bad news

AZ: Two}
Me, elgancy, treasury
Wit the hopes to be rich before the me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher
My ashes, only macks 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 back connect the
Inject the thesis, to my pops and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, goin' through that wore me out
Never call me out, bitches and money, that's we all about
all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliere
Me & my crew, mad of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still open, it's clear
Presidential Suites at the

How you on your block?

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

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

AZ:
Same dun

Yeah, alright I'll you up top

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

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

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

{Verse Four}
Nowhere to go here, but the top of this sphere
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this
Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, a holster
See me at the Copa, choka
The God's wit me, mad smoke, it's hard to miss me
one out of two dimes to twist me
New nines is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on
strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your in my 6
turnin' up the when she hear my hits
On her wall mad flicks, now you me blasted
But don't get it confused this rap shit
Kinda laced, lookin' at in my onyx face
perpetual Roly wit the day & date
Y'all playa hate
To fly for singers who get face lifts
& titties
We rule the world & take
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, niggas know the game change
(un, un) the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope game
from a slow (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name)
We done did it again son, they can't 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)
know that the game don't stop
from the game to the Dope game
a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
That the game don't stop, from the game
to the Dope game, the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
know that the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
from the game to the Dope game

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