Luyện nghe bài hát You Wouldn't Understand

Yeah, Harlem, Bronx,

Let's make a bet, I know the reason you ain't it yet
You say you set, but you ain't see the ingredients
go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
You never knew how to make
You make orders at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, '89 with a
Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no
Rollie on wrist, he rock the baldy
Used to ride him to Brooklyn, louis, and hallsey
Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and it down
My nigga hype in the joint, verdict out
20 years getting money in the dirty
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 call for, but he do it

Who you are in the recipe to what I am
where I'm from, man, what 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

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

Who you are ain't in the recipe to 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 at a millionaire
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 these guys
Spend a couple bucks a on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type, hit it and bust inside
Fuck it, I'mma die one day, they probably make that day a holiday
Until then, go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my real niggas, OGs
who kill niggas when put in that seat
But we on chill, nigga, chill mode
Spill more Spades, listen to and Hov, some Rozay
It's like we on the grind with no brakes
So tonight we gon' act like we on with this on rotation

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

True B nigga,
For my hood niggas, 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