Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look

Uh, uh, uh, now get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a y'all can step wit'
appointed 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 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 hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you with
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88

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

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

This ain't rappin', this is
Now get up off your ass like your hot
My live niggas lit up the
Trunk o'the car, we got the street
Don't start none, won't be
No reason for your mans to
You don't want to see no
Knock a drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get up
Let the music diffuse all the
Baller convention, free
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move
get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just comin' homeys,
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 time's up
Where them gangstas? them dimes at?

They shootin', Aw you look
You a slave to a page in my book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your 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
invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, seat, T.V. plasma
lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, you do
Make sure he a and intelligent too
Like a thoroughbred is, show me love
feel how the head is
Females whose the is always the nastiest

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