Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look (Remix)

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in
For all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, know it's Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a whole hydro
Only describe us as survivors
Stay laced in the best, well with finesse
In a tee lookin' for wifey
girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the is out
Newness here's the
Put your hand up you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I that
You know I click-clack you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88

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

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

This ain't rappin', this is
Now get up off your ass like your hot
My live niggas lit up the
o'the car, we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, won't be
No reason for your mans to
You don't to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's down in his pimp 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 just homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone
Get out my face, you people so
Pull out my waist, the eagle

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

shootin', Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my book
Big money, playboy your time's up
Where gangstas? Where them dimes 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 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 sure he a and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, me love
feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is the nastiest

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