Luyện nghe bài hát LOOKIN AT ME SIDEWAYS

(Verse 1:)
Now baby you gon' get a crook in your neck looking at me
I play high stakes made crook in a wave
be something on my face
Yelling that they ought no tell em what they on MySpace dot com
Bold type rhetoric
You gon' clickety and get your head split
What the you look like on a message board
Discussing or not the brother is hard core
I ain't got to to any of you
That I ever 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 I ain't perfect alright
I been a thugged out all my life
Thank God I ain't got to serve or snatch purses at night
I feed people the verses I write
And I fill them my personal strife
Had of y'all concerned for my life
For what I've had the nerve to
I cut my grow, bring the serpants to light
Now you ain't never heard me I'm tight
And I'm surgical like, with bitch Jake
You know that shit fuck around and get a closed casket and I'm old
Trying to figure out how we got from Whipper Whip to this silly
It's just so
But it impossible to solve
I ain't learned jack shit from at all
Let me hear you the culture I adore
I'll across the hall and get involved like this here

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

(Verse 2:)
Tabernacle my hand, expand to the size of a big black 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 up my pants and lean back too
Organic vegetables, mix em with fast
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 hear this then I'm confiding in you
Pop call me, "Ali bothering you
Don't you to tell your friends you and your father are cool"
"NO." You got more X's the Honorable Elijah Muhammed do
But that ain't my with you
Truth is your an impossible dude
You get hostile with fools when their honest you
I could me a snide little comment or two
But I don't see what that nonsense prove
I don't give fake props to the dude or walk in his shoes
I just do what the Qu'ran to do and respect him
Now I ain't here to get clandestine
But best believe I'm a get destined
Be it an or a fixed up F10
It's better this bus, best friend believe that
I ain't got a free to lean back
Spiderman 2 coming out and need that
Plus I wanna teach him how to on a Leap Pad
bright, smiling like "look at me dad! "
That's the shit that I'm in to I defend to the
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 what they're sayin'
But little did know they could get a smack for that, man)
So I'd advise you to the fuck up
Silly

(Chorus)

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