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
be something on my face
Yelling that they no tell em what they spellin on MySpace dot com
Bold type face
You clickety click and get your head split
the hell you look like on a message board
Discussing whether or not the brother is hard
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 10 beats a week
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 got to serve dirt or snatch purses at night
I feed people with the I write
And I fill them with my strife
Had some of y'all concerned for my
For what I've had the nerve to
I cut my grass grow, bring the serpants to
Now baby you ain't heard me I'm tight
And I'm surgical like, with bitch Jake
You know shit fuck around and get a closed casket and I'm old fashioned
Trying to figure out how we got from Whipper 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 come across the hall and get involved like here

(Chorus:)
I'm just here to play my part, and inbetween scenes got to stay on
I ain't way out y'all, you just get me dog
You gon fuck around and me dog, it ain't my fault
And love the way I talk
Eyes get real wide 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 black statue
Divide it by the lightning speed that can move
It ain't an autograph, do that math I'm a you
I like to pull up my pants and lean too
vegetables, mix em with fast food
I'm Howard meets Howard Zinn
How could you not a pal in him and get attracted too
I take it for you when possible
If hear this then I'm confiding in you
Pop call me, "Ali what's you
Don't you want to tell your you and your father are cool"
"NO." You got more X's than the Honorable Muhammed do
But ain't my problem with you
Truth is your just an 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 nonsense prove
I don't give fake props to the dude or walk in his shoes
I just do the Qu'ran says 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 Escalade or a up F10
It's better this bus, best friend believe that
I ain't got a free minute to back
Spiderman 2 coming out and Faheem that
Plus I wanna teach him how to read on a Pad
bright, smiling like "look at me dad! "
That's the that I'm in to I defend to the death
That I'm bit as gangster as them fools
If I wasn't G I wouldn't flow this
If you were really a G you 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 you to shut the fuck up
Silly

(Chorus)

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