Luyện nghe bài hát LOOKIN AT ME SIDEWAYS

(Verse 1:)
Now baby you gon' get a in your neck looking at me sideways
I high stakes made crook in a crime wave
Must be something on my
Yelling that they ought no tell em what they on MySpace dot com
Bold type rhetoric
You gon' click and get your head split
What the hell you look on a message board
Discussing whether or not the brother is 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 10 beats a week
So it I'll put the record how it needs to be
I understand I ain't alright
I a thugged out nerd all my life
Thank God I ain't got to serve dirt or snatch purses at
I people with the verses I write
And I fill them my personal strife
Had some of y'all for my life
For I've had the nerve to recite
I cut my grass grow, bring the to light
Now baby you ain't never me I'm tight
And I'm surgical like, with this Jake
You know that 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 just so
But it ain't impossible to
I ain't learned jack from Dorian at all
Let me hear you the culture I adore
I'll come 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 ain't way out y'all, you don't get me dog
You gon fuck and miss me dog, it ain't my fault
And they the way I talk
get real wide when I say my thoughts
I ain't way out y'all, you don't get me dog
You gon fuck and miss me dog, it ain't my fault

(Verse 2:)
Tabernacle my hand, expand to the size of a big 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 and lean back too
vegetables, mix em with fast food
I'm Howard Stern Howard Zinn
How could you not a pal in him and get attracted too
I it back for you when possible
If your hear then I'm confiding in you
Pop call me, "Ali what's you
Don't you want to tell your friends you and father are cool"
"NO." You got more X's the Honorable Elijah Muhammed do
But that ain't my problem you
Truth is your just an dude
You get hostile with fools when honest with you
I could me a snide little comment or two
But I don't see that nonsense would prove
I don't give fake props to the or walk around in his shoes
I just do what the Qu'ran says to do and him
Now I ain't even here to get
But best I'm a get what's destined
Be it an or a fixed up F10
It's better than this bus, best believe that
I ain't got a free minute to back
Spiderman 2 coming out and need that
Plus I wanna teach him how to read on a Pad
bright, smiling like "look at me dad! "
That's the shit I'm in to I defend to the death
I'm every bit as gangster as them fools
If I wasn't G I wouldn't flow this
If you were a G you wouldn't know I exist, you bitch
(I don't understand what sayin'
But did they know they could get a smack for that, man)
So I'd you to shut the fuck up
Silly

(Chorus)

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