Luyện nghe bài hát Looking To The Sky

I'm looking to the sky, to the sky (I'm looking to the sky) {x4}

Dogg}
CBK sliding with th lead. I'm jonzin for the mic so call me Rap friend.
I'm clean like a new coupe, sitting on chrome so either drop Rap on.
So take your punk ass back home. 'cause shady Rap's a raggady car.
It ain't up to par you ride too far. Now R.E.D is droppin real as can be.
And I'm only God & my block family.

{Mr.P}
I'm coming off in the 9' series. So sucka's wanna hear me the layed track's.
One time so they can fear me C.B.K. On the of another level I'm digging.
Deep in the dirt so I bring my shavel. Cause I'm setting then up as I my stuff.
Buffed up lyric's on the top of the charts. make me bust not enough funky stuff. In the cut I want my piece, make them slide to the east. As the pain decease.

My pain is steady running through my brain, while the evils of this world keep out my name. Now I'm down on my knees, as a tear drops my eye. For the homie's who ain't livin, as I look to the sky.

{Red
I'm C-Blockin checkin. Fake nucka wreckin cus Reds on top.
So picture me in direction, rollin. Foldin G's now my pockets, swollen.
If the sun catch you creepin, on my door, I'm holdin.
I'm handlin my bid-ness did my time now I'm in Rap game, like a burnin flame.
Won't stop til I win this, you can call me lucky. Dem bitches tried to me.
Livin life on a wire, the power struck me.

{Mr.P}
Break it down, now as I funk shot up. Mr.P strivin hard to make you shake rump. Bust the mode, we check down low, we give control.
The Hip Hop the Hop Hip's the & the soul, Yo! So check out the flavor.
That I gotta release, check the heat. From the beats that of the street.
Now you know we come from a distance. Now we locked & now we coped.
And now we twisted.