Luyện nghe bài hát LOOKIN AT ME SIDEWAYS

(Verse 1:)
Now baby you gon' get a crook in your looking at me sideways
I play high stakes crook in a crime wave
Must be on my face
Yelling that they ought no tell em what spellin on MySpace dot com
Bold type face
You gon' clickety click and get your split
What the hell you look on a message board
Discussing whether or not the is hard core
I got to prove to any of you
That anything I ever said was is the truth but I'm to do it
And do it leisurely, Ant give 10 a week
So it I'll put the record how it needs to be
I understand I ain't perfect
I been a out nerd all my life
God I ain't got to serve dirt or snatch purses at night
I feed with the verses I write
And I fill them with my strife
Had some of y'all concerned for my
For what I've had the nerve to
I cut my grass grow, the serpants to light
Now baby you ain't never heard me I'm
And I'm surgical like, this bitch Jake
You know that shit fuck around and get a casket and I'm old fashioned
Trying to figure out how we got from Whipper Whip to silly bullshit
just so tragic
But it ain't to solve
I ain't learned jack from Dorian at all
Let me hear you abusing the culture I
I'll come across the hall and get like this here

(Chorus:)
I'm just here to play my part, and inbetween got to stay on guard
I ain't way out y'all, you just get me dog
You gon fuck around and miss me dog, it my fault
And they love the way I
Eyes get real when I say my thoughts
I way out y'all, you just don't get me dog
You gon fuck around and miss me dog, it ain't my

(Verse 2:)
Tabernacle my hand, expand to the size of a big granite statue
Divide it by the lightning speed that can move
It ain't an autograph, do that math I'm a you
I like to up my pants and lean back too
vegetables, mix em with fast food
I'm Stern meets Howard Zinn
How could you not find a pal in him and get too
I take it back for you when
If hear this then I'm confiding in you
Pop me, "Ali what's bothering you
Don't you want to tell your you and your father are cool"
"NO." You got X's than the Honorable Elijah Muhammed do
But that ain't my problem you
Truth is your just an dude
You get hostile with fools when their with you
I could me a snide little comment or two
But I see what that nonsense would prove
I give fake props to the dude or walk around in his shoes
I just do what the says to do and respect him
Now I ain't even here to get
But believe I'm a get what's destined
Be it an Escalade or a up F10
It's better than this bus, best friend believe
I ain't got a free to lean back
2 coming out and Faheem need that
Plus I wanna teach him how to read on a Pad
Shining bright, like "look at me dad! "
That's the that I'm in to I defend to the death
That I'm every bit as gangster as them
If I wasn't G I wouldn't flow like
If you were really a G you wouldn't I exist, you bitch
(I don't understand what sayin'
But little did they know they get a smack for that, man)
So I'd advise you to shut the up
muhfucka

(Chorus)

(Bridge: x2)
I said clap your hand to the y'all
'Cause the make you clap your hands
I said clap hand to the beat y'all
'Cause the beat make you your hands