Luyện nghe bài hát You Wouldn't Understand

Yeah, Harlem, Bronx,

Let's 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 problems and
You never knew how to dollars
You couldn't make at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo black Jason, '89 with a bottle
jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the
Used to ride him to Brooklyn, louis, and hallsey
Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it
My nigga hype in the joint, verdict out
20 years getting money in the 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 where I'm from, man, what I see you understand
Where I and what I do
No matter how you try you can
Cause I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand
I been, where I been

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

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

Now holla at a
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to
Who to screw, what to drive, 550 with the cream guts
Or the Super Sport Range is fly
ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch
Gat's on us, I really trust these guys
a couple bucks 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
then, let's go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my real niggas, OGs
Certified who kill when put in that seat
But tonight we on chill, nigga, chill
more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
It's like we on the grind with no brakes
So we gon' 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, what I see you understand
Where I been, where I

True B nigga,
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, free my
All my niggas,
Vernon, I see you
I see you,
And Baltum, I see you