Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in
For all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all it's Nas-Yo
Grey and a whole lotta hydro
describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, dressed with finesse
In a white tee for wifey
girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the breeze
We can drive the city no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the is out
Newness the Anthem
Put your up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same that you hoop with
Swing around you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
You know I where you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88

shootin', Aw made you look
You a slave to a in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them at?

shootin', Aw made you look
You a slave to a in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, your time's up
them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

This rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the
Trunk o'the car, we got the street
start none, won't be none
No reason for your to panic
You want to see no ambulances
Knock a drink down in his pimp cup
the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music all the tension
Baller convention, admission
Hustlers, and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can where the tool's kept
All my just homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone
Get out my face, you people so
Pull out my waist, the eagle

They shootin', Aw you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme
Gettin' Big money, your time's up
them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

They shootin', Aw made you
You a slave to a page in my book
Gettin' Big money, your time's up
Where gangstas? Where them dimes at?

I see runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you steel do
don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V.
Ladies lookin' for athletes or
you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and too
Like a real thoroughbred is, me love
feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is the nastiest

And I a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader, at last a don you wit'
My nines'll spit, niggas loose