Luyện nghe bài hát Looking To The Sky

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

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

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

My pain is steady running through my brain, while the evils of this world keep callin 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 to the sky.

{Red
I'm C-Blockin chin checkin. 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 did my time now I'm in this 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, till the power me.

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