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 tedious
That go inside of a rider, you from problems and
You never knew how to make
You couldn't orders at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo with 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 chocolate thai, Vernon style and it down
My nigga 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 Malik, he jammed up too
For what his hands call for, but he ain't do it

Who you are ain't in the to what 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
I been, where I been

You been on the other end of a robber's revolver?
Not me, call me Lucky Nas
Or shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
And praise God with a bullet I collided
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, rent a boat, t-shirt with a coat
And vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of
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 loyalty, great friends
Dedication, hard work, routine builds
In a world of snakes, rats and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation, I think it
Break through like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all of alcohol, y'all
in France, yachts out in Cannes

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
where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand
Where I been, I been

Now holla at a
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, which one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive, 550 with the cream guts
Or the Super Sport Range is fly
Diamond on my knuckles like fire, bitch
Gat's on us, I don't really trust these
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on
If she beautiful, the type, I'll hit it and bust inside
Fuck it, I'mma die one day, they gon' 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 and Hov, some Rozay
like we always on the grind with no brakes
So tonight we gon' act like we on 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
where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand
Where I been, I been

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