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
Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from time
Got the lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we parle wit the flyest 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 you try that
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
American Me, elgancy,
Wit the hopes to be rich before the me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to practice
My fire ashes, only I interact wit
We all Dons, arm, all on calm
But if it's war we on, for niggas who crossed me wrong
features, sit back connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him
He saw me sprout, through worlds that wore me out
Never me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here, houses 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 down on your side, who got shot?

AZ:
shit dun

Yeah, alright meet you up top

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

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

AZ: Three}
VVSin', nuttin' less how we steppin'
Coupes kidded, cuties wear the dress &
See me through the hood, d's be stressin'
Illegal search, tryin' to find for gun possession
Never want for questions, every move is destined
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, loaded gats, blast the
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 never, rockin' Gators clashin'
Assorted wear, AZ, Firm
Make it severe, lockin' shit down all this year

Nas: Four}
Nowhere to go here, but the top of this sphere
Nuttin' us here, we lockin' this here
Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a
See me at the Copa, platinum
The God's wit me, mad blunt smoke, it's to miss me
one out of two dimes to twist me
New nines is crispy, mind on chips, on shit
that's strictly for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is your bitch 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 over this rap shit
Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx
perpetual Roly wit the day & date
Y'all hate this
To fly for singers who get face lifts
& titties
We rule the world & cities
I dreamed of son
Happy we made it past the jakes,
and fiends of the (Wor)

AZ (Nas):
(Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, know the game don't change
(un, un) from the 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 fuck around (No doubt, un)

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

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