Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in
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 know it's
Grey goose and a whole lotta
Only us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well with finesse
In a white tee lookin' for
Thug girl who fly and talks so
Put her in the coupe so she can the nice breeze
We can drive through the city no
But don't say my car's topless, say the is out
Newness here's the
Put your hand up that you with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I 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 slave to a in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them at?

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

This rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like seat's hot
My niggas lit up the reefer
o'the car, we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, won't be
No reason for mans to panic
You don't want to see no
Knock a pimp's drink in his pimp cup
the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the
convention, free admission
Hustlers, and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the kept
All my just comin' homeys,
Get money, the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so
out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

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

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

I see niggas runnin', yo my mood is real
I lay you out, you what steel do
don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk
Like Pun said, "You even en mi clasa!"
Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
Ladies lookin' for or rappers
you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me
Lemme how the head 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 a don you wit'
My nines'll spit, loose consciousness