Luyện nghe bài hát Looking To The Sky

I'm looking to the sky, looking to the sky (I'm looking to the sky)

{Red
CBK sliding with th gangsta lead. I'm 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 can't ride too far. Now R.E.D is real as can be.
And I'm loving God & my block family.

{Mr.P}
I'm coming off in the 9' series. So sucka's hear me the layed back track's.
One time so they can fear me C.B.K. On the tone of 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. They make me 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 callin out my name. Now I'm down on my knees, as a drops my eye. For the homie's who ain't livin, as I look to the sky.

{Red
I'm C-Blockin chin checkin. Fake nucka wreckin cus on top.
So picture me in direction, rollin. Foldin G's now my pockets, swollen.
If the sun you creepin, on my back door, I'm holdin.
I'm handlin my bid-ness did my time now I'm in this Rap game, like a flame.
Won't stop til I win this, you can me lucky. Dem bitches tried to buck 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 your rump. Bust the mode, we 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, the heat. From the beats that come of the street.
Now you know that we from a distance. Now we locked & now we coped.
And now we twisted.