Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look

Uh, uh, uh, now get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step
appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all it's Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a whole hydro
Only describe us as survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with
In a tee lookin' for wifey
Thug who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city no
But say my car's topless, say the titties is out
here's the Anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot
Push the pool stick in new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop like we '88 back

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

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

This rappin', this 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 street
Don't none, won't be none
No reason for your to panic
You don't want to see no
Knock a pimp's drink in his pimp cup
That's the way you get up
Let the music all the tension
Baller convention, admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can swift
Girls get close, you can where the tool's kept
All my comin' homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone
Get out my face, you people so
out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

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

I see niggas runnin', yo my is real rude
I lay you out, show you steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot
Every to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V.
Ladies lookin' for or rappers
you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and too
Like a real is, show 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 this a don you wit'
My spit, niggas loose consciousness