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 ain't see the tedious
That go inside of a rider, you hiding from and
You never knew how to dollars
You make orders at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, '89 a bottle
Niggas jealous of Jason, dark seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, he rock the baldy
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, louis, and
Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it
My nigga in the federal joint, verdict out
20 years getting money in the dirty
That's alleged, you see my nigga's a up dude
So I'm yelling free my
My nephew godfather Malik, he up too
For what his hands usually call for, but he do it

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

You ever been on the end of a robber's revolver?
Not me, me Lucky Nas Casalana
Or been in the medulla oblongata and survived
And praise God with a I never collided
Some did and they lived, I the gods
Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb for y'all
N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging
Shelltoes, slim, fly
Hudson River, a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
And vintage Fila I'm the ghost of Domencio
On any day getting throwed in a vehicle
a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO
Of Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men
My symbolizes loyalty, great friends
Dedication, hard work, builds character
In a world of snakes, rats and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation, I through it
Break through walls like Floyd
And drink fluids of all of alcohol, y'all
Vineyards in France, out in Cannes

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

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

Who you are in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I'm from, man, I see you wouldn't understand
Where I been and I do
No matter how you try you can
Cause where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't
I been, where I been

True B nigga,
For my niggas, yeah, 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