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 step
Y'all me to bring rap justice
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, well dressed with
In a white tee lookin' for
Thug girl who fly and so nicely
Put her in the so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city no
But don't say my topless, say the titties is out
here's the Anthem
Put your hand up that you with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, hand that you hoop with
Swing like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
like we bringing '88 back

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

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

This ain't rappin', is Street-Hop
Now get up off ass like your seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the
Trunk car, we got the street sweeper
Don't none, won't be none
No reason for mans to panic
You want to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's down in his pimp cup
the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music all the tension
Baller convention, free
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
out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

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

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

I see niggas runnin', yo my is real rude
I lay you out, show you what do
Mobsters don't box, my shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk
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
sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me
Lemme feel how the is
Females the sexiest is always the nastiest

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