Luyện nghe bài hát How Ya Livin'?

Nas: One}

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

AZ: Two}
American Me, elgancy,
Wit the to be rich before the bury me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher
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 crossed me
Select features, sit connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, through worlds that wore me out
Never me out, bitches and money, that's what 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
Suites at the Tangiere

How you on your block?

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 meet you up top

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

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

AZ: Three}
VVSin', less than how we steppin'
kidded, cuties wear the sleazy dress &
See me flexin' through the hood, d's be
search, tryin' to find weapons for gun possession
Never want for questions, every move is destined
professors, let's take it back to the essence
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp
Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince
Half Hispanic, tips, massive damage
The was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
chipped up, 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, lace love in the latest
in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin'
Assorted wear, AZ, Firm
Make it more severe, lockin' shit all this year

Nas: Four}
Nowhere to go here, but the top of this sphere
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this
Wit the black 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
Pick one out of two to twist me
New nines is crispy, mind on chips, on shit
that's strictly made for cats whose
Excuse me, is that bitch in my 6
turnin' up the volume when she hear my
On her wall mad flicks, now you me blasted
But don't get it confused over rap shit
laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster Roly wit the day & date
Y'all playa 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, niggas know the game change
(un, un) from the Coke (Coke game) to the dope game
a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name)
We done did it again son, they can't around (No doubt, un)

AZ (Nas) {Overlapping each
You know the don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game
(Firm Biz, Biz...un...Total Package)
Niggas 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 game, know 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 that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game stop
Niggas know the game don't stop
the Coke game, to the Dope game, fuck a no name