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 wit'
Y'all appointed me to rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know Nas-Yo
goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed finesse
In a tee lookin' for wifey
Thug who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice
We can drive the city no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the is out
Newness here's the
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot
Push the pool in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, o'the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
like we bringing '88 back

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

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

This ain't rappin', is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your hot
My niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk o'the car, we got the street
Don't none, won't be none
No reason for your mans to
You don't want to see no
Knock a pimp's drink down in his 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 feel where the kept
All my just homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the 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 book
Gettin' Big money, playboy time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them at?

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

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

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