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 ingredients
That go inside of a rider, you hiding from and
You knew how to make dollars
You couldn't make orders at a drive-through
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 the baldy
to ride with him to Brooklyn, louis, and hallsey
Cop thai, Vernon style and burn it down
My hype in the federal joint, verdict out
20 years getting money in the south
alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up dude
So I'm free my nigga
My nephew Malik, he jammed up too
For what his hands usually for, but he ain't do it

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

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

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

Now holla at a
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, which one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive, 550 with the cream inside
Or the Super Sport Range is fly
ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch
Gat's on us, I don't really trust guys
Spend a bucks a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the type, I'll hit it and bust inside
Fuck it, I'mma die one day, they gon' probably make 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, mode
Spill Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
like we always on the grind with no brakes
So we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation

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

B nigga, yeah
For my hood niggas, yeah,
To my man Eric B, what up?
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