Luyện nghe bài hát How Ya Livin'?

Nas: {Verse

Back to back Benzes, wit the wild
Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, is
Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of
no pal of
Runnin' wit goons wit knife from jail time
Got the lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th street
Watch how 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 Kingdom you try
Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply
Cash rules, on my arm I jewels, and tatoos
You can look, but touch we bad news

AZ: {Verse
Me, elgancy, treasury
Wit the hopes to be rich the bury me
a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only macks I wit
We all Dons, strong arm, all on
But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who me wrong
features, sit back connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him
He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds wore me out
call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here, beach wit the chandaliere
Me & my crew, mad cans of
copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential at the Tangiere

How you livin' on your

AZ:
Mines is hot, how you on your block?

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

AZ:
shit 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 stop, we can't close up shop

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

Nas: {Verse
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of sphere
Nuttin' us here, we lockin' 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 hard to me
Pick one out of two dimes to me
New nines is crispy, mind on chips, on shit
that's made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that 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 rap shit
Kinda laced, lookin' at in my onyx face
Oyster perpetual wit the day & date
Y'all playa hate
To fly for female singers who get lifts
& titties
We the world & take cities
I dreamed of son
Happy we made it the jakes, fakes
and fiends of the (Wor)

AZ (Nas):
(Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, niggas the game don't 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 son, they 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 know the game don't stop
from the Coke to the Dope game
a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
That the game stop, from the Coke game
to the game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
Niggas know that the game stop (Firm Biz)
from the Coke to the Dope game

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