Luyện nghe bài hát LOOKIN AT ME SIDEWAYS

(Verse 1:)
Now baby you gon' get a crook in neck looking at me sideways
I play high made crook in a crime wave
be something on my face
Yelling that they ought no tell em what spellin on MySpace dot com
Bold type rhetoric
You gon' clickety and get your head split
What the hell you look like on a board
Discussing or not the brother is hard core
I ain't got to to any of you
That anything I said was is the truth but I'm ready to do it
And do it leisurely, Ant give 10 beats a
So fuck it I'll put the record how it to be
I understand I ain't perfect
I a thugged out nerd all my life
God I ain't got to serve dirt or snatch purses at night
I feed people with the verses I
And I fill them my personal strife
Had some of concerned for my life
For I've had the nerve to recite
I cut my grow, bring the serpants to light
Now baby you ain't never heard me I'm
And I'm like, with this bitch Jake
You know shit fuck around and get a closed casket and I'm old fashioned
to figure out how we got from Whipper Whip to this silly bullshit
It's so tragic
But it impossible to solve
I ain't learned shit from Dorian at all
Let me you abusing the culture I adore
come across the hall and get involved like this here

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

(Verse 2:)
Tabernacle my hand, expand to the of a big black granite statue
Divide it by the speed that they can move
It ain't an autograph, do math I'm a smack you
I like to pull up my pants and lean too
Organic vegetables, mix em with food
I'm Stern meets Howard Zinn
How you not find a pal in him and get attracted too
I take it back for you possible
If your hear this then I'm in you
Pop call me, "Ali what's you
Don't you want to tell friends you and your father are cool"
"NO." You got more X's than the Elijah Muhammed do
But that my problem with you
Truth is your just an impossible
You get hostile with when their honest with you
I could make me a little comment or two
But I don't see what that nonsense prove
I don't give fake props to the dude or walk around in his
I just do what the Qu'ran to do and respect him
Now I ain't even to get clandestine
But believe I'm a get what's destined
Be it an or a fixed up F10
It's better than this bus, best friend that
I ain't got a free minute to back
Spiderman 2 coming out and Faheem need
Plus I wanna him how to read on a Leap Pad
Shining bright, like "look at me dad! "
the shit 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 like this
If you were really a G you wouldn't I exist, you bitch
(I understand what they're sayin'
But little did know they could get a smack for that, man)
So I'd advise you to shut the up
muhfucka

(Chorus)

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