Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in
For all y'all enjoyment, a song can step wit'
Y'all me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta
Only describe us as soldier
Stay in the best, well 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 nice
We can through the city no doubt
But don't say my topless, say the titties is out
Newness the Anthem
Put your up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in new crib, same hand that you hoop with
around like 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 we bringing '88 back

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

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

This rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like seat's hot
My live lit up the reefer
Trunk car, we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, won't be
No reason for your mans to
You want to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his cup
the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the diffuse all the tension
Baller convention, free
Hustlers, dealers and can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's
All my comin' homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the beef slowly
Get out my face, you so phoney
Pull out my waist, the fo-forty

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

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

I see niggas runnin', yo my mood is rude
I lay you out, show you steel do
Mobsters box, my pump shot obliges
Every to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You even en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V.
Ladies lookin' for athletes or
Whatever you choose, you do
Make sure he a and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, me love
Lemme feel how the is
whose the sexiest is always the nastiest

And I a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader, at last this a don you
My spit, niggas loose consciousness