Luyện nghe bài hát How Ya Livin'?

Nas: {Verse

Back to back Benzes, wit the wild
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 goons wit wounds from jail time
Got the lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we parle wit the flyest mommy of street
how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6 V wit the 12 to it
You wanna stick me, put ya best to it
I die black, we see you in Allah you try that
Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply
rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tatoos
You can look, but don't we bad news

AZ: {Verse
American Me, elgancy,
Wit the hopes to be rich the bury me
Born a Baptist, but on to higher practice
My fire ashes, macks I interact wit
We all Dons, strong arm, all on
But if it's war we on, for niggas who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit back the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, goin' worlds that wore me out
Never call me out, and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here, beach wit the chandaliere
Me & my crew, mad of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's
Suites at the Tangiere

How you livin' on your

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

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

AZ:
shit dun

Yeah, alright meet you up top

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

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

AZ: {Verse
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 weapons for gun possession
Never for questions, every move made is destined
Black professors, take it back to the essence
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, servin'
the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin'
Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive
The path was granted, gats, blast the cannon
chipped up, live by don't get it mixed up
Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the cup
up, slow goin', gold showin'
Doe flowin', don't lie, hoes knowin'
Main attraction, lace love in the fashion
Trained in mackin' never, rockin' clashin'
Assorted wear, AZ, extrordinaire
Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all year

{Verse Four}
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this
stoppin' 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 smoke, it's hard to miss me
one out of two dimes to twist 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 this rap
laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster perpetual Roly wit the day &
Y'all playa hate
To fly for female singers who get face
& fake
We rule the & take cities
I of this son
Happy we made it past the jakes,
and of the slum (Wor)

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

AZ (Nas) {Overlapping other}:
You know the game don't stop, from the game to the Dope game
(Firm Biz, Biz...un...Total Package)
Niggas know that the don't stop
from the Coke game to the Dope
a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
That the don't stop, from the Coke game
to the game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
Niggas that the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
the Coke game to the Dope game

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