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 wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap
But I ain't Five-O, know it's Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta
Only describe us as survivors
Stay in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee for wifey
Thug girl who fly and so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice
We can drive through the no doubt
But say my car's topless, say the titties is out
here's the Anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop
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 we bringing '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?

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

This rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass your seat's hot
My live lit up the reefer
Trunk o'the car, we got the sweeper
start none, won't be none
No for your mans to panic
You don't want to see no
Knock a drink down in his pimp cup
the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the diffuse all the tension
Baller convention, free
Hustlers, dealers and can move swift
get close, you can feel where the tool's 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 you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme
Gettin' Big money, playboy your 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 your up
Where them gangstas? Where them 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 invitation to you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You even en mi clasa!"
Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
Ladies lookin' for or rappers
Whatever you choose, you do
Make he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real is, show me love
Lemme how the head is
Females whose the is always the nastiest

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