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 stakes made crook in a wave
Must be something on my
Yelling that they ought no tell em what they on MySpace dot com
type face rhetoric
You gon' clickety and get your head split
What the hell you look like on a message
Discussing or not the brother is hard core
I got to prove to any of you
That anything I ever said was is the but I'm ready to do it
And do it leisurely, Ant give 10 a week
So fuck it put the record how it needs to be
I I ain't perfect alright
I been a thugged out all my life
Thank God I ain't got to serve dirt or purses at night
I feed with the verses I write
And I fill with my personal strife
Had some of y'all concerned for my
For what I've had the nerve to
I cut my grass grow, bring the to light
Now baby you ain't never me I'm tight
And I'm like, with this bitch Jake
You know that shit fuck around and get a closed and I'm old fashioned
to figure out how we got from Whipper Whip to this silly bullshit
It's just so
But it impossible to solve
I ain't learned shit from Dorian at all
Let me hear you abusing the culture I
I'll across the hall and get involved like this here

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

(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 math I'm a smack you
I like to pull up my and lean back too
Organic vegetables, mix em with fast
I'm Howard Stern meets Howard
How could you not find a pal in him and get too
I take it for you when possible
If your this then I'm confiding in you
Pop call me, "Ali what's you
Don't you to tell your friends you and your father are cool"
"NO." You got more X's than the Elijah Muhammed do
But that ain't my problem you
Truth is just an impossible dude
You get hostile with fools their honest with you
I could me a snide little comment or two
But I don't see what that would prove
I don't give fake props to the dude or walk in his shoes
I just do what the Qu'ran says to do and him
Now I ain't even to get clandestine
But best believe I'm a get destined
Be it an or a fixed up F10
It's than this bus, best friend believe that
I ain't got a free minute to lean
2 coming out and Faheem need that
Plus I wanna him how to read on a Leap Pad
bright, smiling like "look at me dad! "
That's the shit I'm in to I defend to the death
That I'm every bit as gangster as fools
If I G I wouldn't flow like this
If you were a G you wouldn't know I exist, you bitch
(I don't understand what they're
But little did they they could get a smack for that, man)
So I'd you to shut the fuck up
muhfucka

(Chorus)

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