Luyện nghe bài hát LOOKIN AT ME SIDEWAYS

(Verse 1:)
Now you gon' get a crook in your neck looking at me sideways
I high stakes made crook in a crime wave
Must be something on my
that they ought no tell em what they spellin on MySpace dot com
Bold face rhetoric
You gon' clickety click and get your head
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 truth but I'm to do it
And do it leisurely, Ant give 10 a week
So fuck it I'll put the how it needs to be
I understand I ain't perfect
I been a thugged out nerd all my
Thank God I ain't got to serve dirt or snatch at night
I feed people with the verses I
And I fill them with my strife
Had some of y'all for my life
For what I've had the to recite
I cut my grow, bring the serpants to light
Now baby you ain't never heard me I'm
And I'm surgical like, with this 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 just so
But it ain't impossible to
I ain't learned jack shit Dorian at all
Let me hear you 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 got to stay on guard
I ain't way out y'all, you don't get me dog
You gon fuck around and miss me dog, it ain't my
And love the way I talk
Eyes get real when I say my thoughts
I ain't way out y'all, you just get me dog
You gon around and miss me dog, it ain't my fault

(Verse 2:)
my hand, expand to the size 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 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 for you when possible
If your this then I'm confiding in you
Pop call me, "Ali bothering you
you want to tell your friends you and your father are cool"
"NO." You got more X's than the Honorable Elijah do
But ain't my problem with you
is your just 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 around in his
I do what the Qu'ran says to do and respect him
Now I ain't even to get clandestine
But best believe I'm a get what's
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
2 coming out and Faheem need that
Plus I teach him how to read on a Leap Pad
Shining bright, smiling "look at me dad! "
That's the shit that I'm in to I defend to the
That I'm bit as gangster as them fools
If I wasn't G I wouldn't 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 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 to the beat 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