Luyện nghe bài hát You Wouldn't Understand

Yeah, Harlem, Bronx,

Let's make a bet, I the reason you ain't make it yet
You say you set, but you see the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a rider, you from problems and
You never knew how to dollars
You make orders at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo black Jason, '89 with a bottle
Niggas of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he the baldy
Used to with him to Brooklyn, louis, and hallsey
Cop chocolate thai, Vernon and burn it down
My nigga hype in the federal joint, out
20 getting money in the dirty south
That's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up
So I'm free my nigga
My godfather Malik, he jammed up too
For what his hands call for, but he ain't do it

Who you are ain't in the to what I am
Cause where I'm from, man, what I see you understand
I been and what I do
No how you try you never can
Cause I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand
I been, where I been

You ever been on the other end of a robber's
Not me, call me Nas Casalana
Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and
And praise God with a bullet I never
did and they lived, I salute the gods
Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for
N.Y. nigga, Adidas, suit
Shelltoes, slim, fly
Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner
And Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio
On any day getting in a tinted vehicle
a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO
Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, men
My success loyalty, great friends
Dedication, hard work, routine character
In a full of snakes, rats and scavengers
make choices out of desperation, I think through it
Break through like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol,
in France, yachts out in Cannes

Who you are in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I'm from, man, what I see you understand
Where I and what I do
No how you try you never can
Cause where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't
Where I been, I been

Now holla at a
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive, 550 with the guts inside
Or the Super Sport truck is fly
ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch
Gat's on us, I don't really these guys
Spend a couple a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type, I'll hit it and bust
Fuck it, die one day, they gon' probably make that day a holiday
Until then, go on a shopping spree
for my real niggas, only OGs
Certified who kill niggas when put in seat
But tonight we on chill, nigga, mode
Spill more Spades, to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
It's like we always on the grind with no
So tonight we gon' act we on vacation with this on rotation

Who you are in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I'm from, man, what I see you understand
Where I been and I do
No how you try you never can
where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand
Where I been, where I

True B nigga,
For my hood niggas, yeah,
To my man Eric B, what up?
The city, I see you
To my man Big in the fed joint
My man Spunk, free my
All my niggas,
Vernon, I see you
I see you,
And Baltum, I see you