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 see the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a rider, you hiding problems and
You knew how to make dollars
You couldn't make orders at a drive-through
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, '89 with a
Niggas jealous of Jason, green seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he the baldy
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, louis, and
Cop chocolate thai, Vernon and burn it down
My nigga hype in the federal joint, out
20 years getting 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 call for, but he ain't do it

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, I see you wouldn't understand
I been, where I been

You ever on the other end of a robber's revolver?
Not me, call me Lucky Nas
Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and
And praise God a bullet I never collided
Some did and 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 with a coat
And vintage Fila like I'm the 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, routine character
In a world full of snakes, and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation, I think it
Break walls like Pink Floyd
And fluids of all kind of alcohol, y'all
Vineyards in France, yachts out in

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
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, to drive, 550 with the cream guts 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 couple a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type, I'll hit it and bust
Fuck it, I'mma die one day, they probably make that day a holiday
then, let's go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my niggas, only OGs
Certified who niggas when put in that seat
But we on chill, nigga, chill mode
more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
It's like we always on the grind 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 wouldn't
I been and what I do
No how you try you never can
where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand
Where I been, I been

True B nigga,
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