Luyện nghe bài hát You Wouldn't Understand

Yeah, Harlem, Bronx,

make a bet, I know 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 knew how to make dollars
You couldn't make orders at a McDonald's
I was fly at the with black Jason, '89 with a bottle
Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he the baldy
to ride with him to Brooklyn, louis, and hallsey
Cop chocolate thai, style and burn it down
My hype in the federal joint, verdict out
20 getting money in the dirty south
That's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up
So I'm yelling free my
My nephew godfather Malik, he up too
For what his hands usually for, but he ain't do it

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

You ever been on the other end of a robber's
Not me, me Lucky Nas Casalana
Or been shot in the medulla and survived
And praise God with a bullet I collided
Some did and they lived, I the gods
Moet spilling, splashed by on my Timb boots for y'all
N.Y. nigga, Adidas, suit
Shelltoes, slim, fly
Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt a dinner coat
And vintage like 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 success symbolizes loyalty, great
Dedication, hard work, builds character
In a world full of snakes, and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation, I through it
Break through walls Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol,
Vineyards in France, out in Cannes

Who you are ain't in the to what I am
Cause I'm from, man, what 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 wouldn't
I been, where I been

Now at a millionaire
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding one to wear
Who to screw, to drive, 550 with the cream guts inside
Or the Sport Range truck is fly
Diamond ring on my like fire, bitch
Gat's on us, I really trust these guys
Spend a couple a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type, hit it and bust inside
Fuck it, I'mma die one day, gon' probably make that day a holiday
Until then, let's go on a spree
for my real niggas, only OGs
Certified who kill niggas when put in seat
But we on chill, nigga, chill mode
Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, Rozay
It's like we always on the grind no brakes
So tonight we act like we on vacation with this on rotation

Who you are in the recipe to what 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, I see you wouldn't understand
Where I been, where I

B nigga, yeah
For my niggas, yeah, yeah
To my man Eric B, up? Yeah
The city, I see you
To my man Big Slate in the fed
My man Spunk, my niggas
All my niggas,
Vernon, I see you
I see you,
And Baltum, I see you