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, know it's Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a whole hydro
Only describe us as soldier
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with
In a white tee lookin' for
Thug who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can the nice breeze
We can drive the city no doubt
But say my car's topless, say the titties is out
Newness the Anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count loot wit'
Push the pool stick in new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop like we '88 back

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

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

This ain't rappin', is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your hot
My live lit up the reefer
Trunk o'the car, we got the sweeper
start none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to
You don't to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink in his pimp cup
the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the
Baller convention, free
Hustlers, and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can where the tool's kept
All my just comin' homeys,
Get money, leave the alone slowly
Get out my face, you so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle

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

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

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

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