Luyện nghe bài hát How Ya Livin'?

Nas: One}

Back to Benzes, wit the wild gremlins
Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, is
Life now, let me find out, you the life style of mine
no pal of
Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all
While we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th
Watch how 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 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 touch we bad news

AZ: Two}
Me, elgancy, treasury
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, 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, goin' worlds that wore me out
Never call me out, bitches and money, that's we all about
Through all the landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliere
Me & my crew, mad cans of
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's
Presidential Suites at the

How you livin' on block?

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

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

AZ:
Same dun

Yeah, I'll meet 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' less than how we
Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy &
See me flexin' through the hood, d's be
Illegal search, tryin' to weapons for gun possession
want for questions, every move made is destined
Black professors, let's it back to the essence
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp
Convince the urban, project, ghetto emergin'
Half Hispanic, tips, massive damage
The path was granted, gats, blast the cannon
chipped up, live by morals get it mixed up
Dis what?, strut, wit the Crist cup
Switched up, slow goin', showin'
Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, knowin'
attraction, lace love in the latest fashion
Trained in mackin' never, Gators clashin'
wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire
Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all year

Nas: {Verse
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of sphere
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we this here
Wit the black by my hip bone, fuck a holster
See me at the Copa, platinum
The God's wit me, mad blunt smoke, hard to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to me
New is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
that's strictly made for whose rich
Excuse me, is that bitch in my 6
turnin' up the volume when she my hits
On her wall mad flicks, now you me blasted
But don't get it confused over rap shit
Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my face
perpetual Roly wit the day & date
Y'all playa this
To fly for female singers who get lifts
& fake
We rule the world & cities
I of this son
Happy we it past the jakes, fakes
and fiends of the (Wor)

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

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