Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look (Remix)

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in
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 hydro
describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with
In a tee lookin' for wifey
girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice
We can drive through the no doubt
But don't say my topless, say the titties is out
Newness the Anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, hand that you hoop with
Swing around you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop we bringing '88 back

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

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

This ain't rappin', this is
Now get up off your ass your seat's hot
My live lit up the reefer
o'the car, we got the street sweeper
Don't none, won't be none
No reason for your to panic
You want to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his cup
the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the
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 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 Where them dimes at?

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

I see niggas runnin', yo my mood is real
I lay you out, show you what do
don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every to fight you punk hazas
Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V.
lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, you do
Make he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me
feel how the head is
Females whose the is always the nastiest

And I like a sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader, at last this a don you
My spit, niggas loose consciousness