Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look (Remix)

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, y'all know Nas-Yo
Grey and a whole lotta hydro
Only us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin' for
Thug who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can the nice breeze
We can through the city no doubt
But don't say my topless, say the titties is out
here's the Anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count loot wit'
Push the pool in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
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 like we bringing '88

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

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

This rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off ass like 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 mans to
You don't want to see no
Knock a pimp's down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get up
Let the diffuse all the tension
convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and can move swift
Girls get close, you can where the tool's kept
All my comin' homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone
Get out my face, you so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle

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 them at?

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

I see niggas runnin', yo my mood is real
I lay you out, show you what do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot
invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, seat, T.V. plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or
Whatever you choose, you do
Make sure he a and intelligent too
Like a real is, show me love
Lemme how the head is
whose the sexiest is always the nastiest

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