Luyện nghe bài hát How Ya Livin'?

Nas: {Verse

Back to back Benzes, wit the gremlins
Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, is
Life now, let me find out, you want the 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 mommy of 25th
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
the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and
You can look, but don't touch we bad

AZ: Two}
Me, elgancy, treasury
Wit the to be rich before the bury me
Born a Baptist, but on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only I interact wit
We all Dons, strong arm, all on
But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who me wrong
Select features, sit connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him
He saw me sprout, goin' through that wore me out
call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
Through all the 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 livin' on block?

AZ:
Mines is hot, how you livin' on your

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

AZ:
Same 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 don't stop, we can't close up

AZ: {Verse
VVSin', nuttin' than how we steppin'
Coupes kidded, cuties wear the dress &
See me through the hood, d's be stressin'
Illegal search, tryin' to weapons for gun possession
Never want for questions, every move is destined
Black professors, let's take it back to the
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, servin'
Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince
Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage
The was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
chipped up, live by morals don't get it up
Dis what?, strut, wit the Crist cup
Switched up, goin', gold showin'
Doe flowin', don't lie, hoes knowin'
Main attraction, lace love in the fashion
Trained in never, rockin' 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' us here, we lockin' this here
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 dimes to me
New is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is your bitch in my 6
up the volume when she hear my hits
On her wall mad flicks, now you me blasted
But don't get it over this rap shit
laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster perpetual Roly wit the day &
Y'all hate this
To fly for female singers who get lifts
& titties
We the world & take cities
I of this son
Happy we it past the jakes, fakes
and of the slum (Wor)

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

AZ (Nas) each other}:
You know the game don't stop, from the Coke to the Dope game
(Firm Biz, Biz...un...Total Package)
Niggas know that the game don't
the Coke game to the Dope game
fuck a no (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
the game don't 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 don't stop
Niggas know that the game stop
Niggas know that the game stop
from the Coke game, to the Dope game, a no name